Sister, Nancy, summed it up one day many years ago when she said "I think a lot".
Yeah. Me, too. Too much.
For some reason God granted me a very fertile imagination. I look at everything (and I do mean everything) with a creative eye and shuffle it around to make it different.
- Sometimes it's better.
- Sometimes it is more appealing.
- Sometimes it's downright crazy.
Rarely is any one of those notions every carried through to fruition. But, always- it's downright maddening to the males (and the occasional female) around me and seen as just another extreme flights of fancy.
The most frustrating part? That I can't communicate well enough to them the abstract idea so that they just visualize it. I'm not demanding that all of these many thoughts be acted upon. Just considered.
It's maddening. And, I'm tired of knocking myself up against that brick wall of communication.
So there ya have it. I'm tired. I'm really really tired. I've tried taking a communications class, read tons of books on how to better communicate and while I love the people in my life- they don't love me back enough to try to even expand their imagination with me.
I don't think I'm going to try much longer.
Oh. The inspiration for the title of today's musings? One-liner wisdom found in the fantasy world of a movie.
"Somebody back east is saying now why don't she write?"Timmons, the teamster from Dances With Wolves
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