Occasionally, I remember to jot down an idea I have for a blog post Usually the ideas just simmer below the surface and fizzle and or die, or maybe they’re still there and I just have to have more than five minutes to think about it.

People who don’t know me well think that I’m a math person because I used to work in accounting. People who know me well laugh at the fact that I used to work in accounting. I am definitely not mathematically inclined and this isn’t to say that you can’t be both “a math person” and a writer, but my verbal intelligence so far outpaces my mathematical intelligence that comparatively… let’s just say I’m way, way, way more of a writer than a math person. 

One thing that writers probably don’t talk about much is the fact that they’re always writing, even if they don’t have a pen in hand. My understanding of the world is language, woven upon language, woven upon language, twisted into strands, and made into patterns and textures. I don’t just look up at the clouds and have a feeling of awe; I find myself telling whole stories about the play of light and dark, and the size of the clouds, and their shapes, and how they’re moving through the sky or how they’re eerily still. I ache for the words even as the words are bubbling up in me.

But the time to write — to really sit down, and make sense of all of my insane stream of consciousness — is short. I am actually talking this post into my phone as I watch the kids… play? fight? on our trampoline.

So, I keep this list on my phone of ideas and I have spent the last 10 minutes working on this instead of actually teasing out any of those ideas. 

And as I am wrapping up and about to just hit the post button because what else do you do when you have 10 minutes and you don’t wanna feel like you wasted it, it occurs to me that there’s probably an issue of prioritization going on as well.

Maybe. Just a bit.