“Sup?” Thalia asked.
Nia looked at Cal for translation.
“Are you asking us, ‘What’s up?’” said Nia.
“No silly!” Thalia made a rowing motion with her arms. “I’m asking who wants to get out on the Stand Up Paddleboard. Wasn’t it thoughtful of a reader to send along an article from the newspaper — Go for a Float: A Beginner’s Guide to Stand-Up Paddling?”
“It was,” said Cal. “The article pointed out that SUPing targets muscles all over the body. From toes to the brain’s neural pathways, the entire tapestry of the body is engaged.”
“It takes effort to weave it all together, doesn’t it?” Cal asked.
“Indeed,” said Typist. “Different, and yet similar to being a muse conductor.”
Words from Typist:
I publish a fair amount of typos and autocorrect snafus. Every time I catch one, a piece of me (Nia) cringes.
Every time I remind myself to slow down and edit before hitting reply.
Every day I catch myself in another imperfection.
My persistent challenge is to balance output with quality — to weave them into something of value.
I’m grateful that years ago I read a little book by Richard Carlson that reminded me not to sweat the small stuff. Within it’s pages, I learned that showing up imperfect is more satisfying than not showing up at all.
How do you weave showing up, doing your best, and the inevitable mistakes that are part and parcel of being human?
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“Different, and yet similar to being a muse conductor.” ~Typist, The Muse Conductor
A friend wants to know if this is at all similar to “cat herding?”
Plain as the nose on my ear! (The audio part coupled with your written thoughts.)
Long ago I built a custom house for a middle aged couple. The guy was an administrative law attorney, mainly hospital licensing. I noticed he always wore his dress shirts a full size too small, and tied his tie like a neck-noose!
During a multi-vendor meeting at the interior finish stage, the flooring company’s rep backed into Mr Tight Tie’s BMW! The rep darted in to tell me to tell the owner what happened but I indicated that report had to be delivered to the car’s owner. I paired them up and watched as Mr TT’s face turned beet red! Floor rep looked ready to flee at any moment.
In my effort to prevent mayhem I helped keep the focus on exchanging each other’s information and noting that a police report would be needed by one or both’s insurance company. Once that was addressed, Mr Floor made a safe escape. Mr TT looked at me and asked rhetorically why people who want to “possess” nice things have to live in a world with people like “that guy!”
Whatever the deal was with the TT, he had made his automobile an avatar of his career, his persona?! With frequent detailing he had kept his 2-year old car in showroom condition!
A few years ago, Peggy Lee sang, “Is that all there is, is that all there is? Then let’s keep dancing.” Quite a trade off between Joy and possessions?! Lucinda Williams sang, “He never got enough love, in all his life.” All kinds of kinds.
Well woven! Thanks once more for your encouragement to look at ourselves. To be observant of our human interactions. Having learned late in life about restraint of judgement and mouth has avoided a lot of unnecessary unpleasantness. Not so much for me but those around me. Helping others in their pursuits of Joy in turn brings me Joy. Oh happy day!