Picture your year
The problem with Shane getting back into blogging (and knocking off the rust much faster than any writer should be allowed) is that I am back to living inside my head a lot. One of his recent posts hit my brain in a place I don’t normally poke. He asked in d3 of 30 how people picture their year.
When I mentioned this to a couple of other people, they didn’t quite get it. “Picture my year?”
For me, though, the question made me run immediately to my kid’s easel. It was as if I’d been waiting for someone to ask the question for my entire life. I knew exactly what my year looked like. It’s not a calendar. It’s not linear. It’s not a racetrack like Shane’s. My year (and I’m being as honest about this as I can be) is a sausage.
My year, the sausage links
Just a few more days and I can turn the corner.
Of all people, I knew you’d get this. And of all the drawings posted, I think yours is the most complex and non-linear. I am blown away by the different ways people perceive time and the progression of time. Maybe the mistake of assuming everyone has the same perspective is the beginning of miscommunication.
Shane, if only half the people we talk to would take the time realize their perspective is by definition different than our own, we would be a long way toward actually talking.