It is a personal conviction and aspiration of mine to say things well. There is a way to say something well, or maybe only inherently to me it seems there is, so it's important to try to find it. Not so much in everyday speech, because so often I have no filter between the conception of a thought and its verbal birth, but in ideation, contemplation, and writing, there is a way to make a point and simultaneously, effortlessly make prosaic music.
Lately, I have felt nearly incapable of articulating the way that I want to. As a writer and someone who's generally passionate about communicating effectively, it's been frustrating. At times, embarrassing, that what I said does not even remotely equate to what I wanted to convey. Kind of like writer's block, but maybe more aptly named 'communicator's fog'. It's something no one else would notice or hold against me, except I to myself.
A veritable graveyard of thoughts once thriving and full of potential, my drafted posts list is racking up the longest string of weakly formulated paragraphs in a quite a while. Sadly, most of them will go unfinished, because the thought has landed there only to wither and die. And it's a sort of vicious cycle as there's something in writing that feeds back to me. Maybe it's exactly that: having not taken enough time to write, my articulation muscles are out of shape and practice. Cheers to easing back in...
