Every Little Detail
What should be easy is difficult for me. I’m that girl that couldn’t keep a written summary under 200 words in school because the details were so important. I was happy when the teacher set a minimum of 500 words, and probably the only kid in class who rejoiced about it. I could spell long words with ease and struggled with short ones. And to this day, I talk too much, divulge too much when I get on a role and then get embarrassed on the spot when I realize no one really needed to know that.
It’s not that I’m sharing truly embarrassing information, but every little detail isn’t usually crucial to the conversation, and I can tell when people get impatient with my stories. I can see it all over their faces: ‘Just get to the point already’! Yes, I guess I was born to babble.
Twitter is a learning experience for me. The challenge of writing memorable and meaningful blurbs 140 characters or less is a constant puzzle. I do much better when I can elaborate, which I why I started the Notes on Facebook. That wasn’t enough either, so I made this blog. I had to express more than words. I had to express image and mood.
Being detail-oriented has its charms, but can sometimes be exhausting. With details come analysis, and anyone who knows me well knows I’m super-analytical. Someone talks to me and the words are nice, but the tone is negative: What does that mean? What happened? Was it me? What did I do wrong? You get the picture. I love the idea of the butterfly effect, and believe within reason it must be true.
Someone recently told me I’m very regimented. I’d never thought about it, but I suppose I can’t argue. There are things I do on the fly, but many of my days consist of routines that stick, or habits that I won’t let die. My attention to detail is somewhat innate, but I make an effort to notice as much as I can, whenever I can. It’s the fear of missing out on something that drives me so much. I want to know things. Deep down, I want to learn it all, which is impossible, but I still try.
More than that, I want to experience life to the fullest, to step outside and see the sunset, stretch my arms and take in the warmth, smell the flowers, and feel the wind on my face. And I want to share that experience, so everyone else can know that moment of happiness and find it themselves. I’ve made it a habit to notice the details, and it’s compulsory to share them.
It’s not that I’m sharing truly embarrassing information, but every little detail isn’t usually crucial to the conversation, and I can tell when people get impatient with my stories. I can see it all over their faces: ‘Just get to the point already’! Yes, I guess I was born to babble.
Twitter is a learning experience for me. The challenge of writing memorable and meaningful blurbs 140 characters or less is a constant puzzle. I do much better when I can elaborate, which I why I started the Notes on Facebook. That wasn’t enough either, so I made this blog. I had to express more than words. I had to express image and mood.
Being detail-oriented has its charms, but can sometimes be exhausting. With details come analysis, and anyone who knows me well knows I’m super-analytical. Someone talks to me and the words are nice, but the tone is negative: What does that mean? What happened? Was it me? What did I do wrong? You get the picture. I love the idea of the butterfly effect, and believe within reason it must be true.
Someone recently told me I’m very regimented. I’d never thought about it, but I suppose I can’t argue. There are things I do on the fly, but many of my days consist of routines that stick, or habits that I won’t let die. My attention to detail is somewhat innate, but I make an effort to notice as much as I can, whenever I can. It’s the fear of missing out on something that drives me so much. I want to know things. Deep down, I want to learn it all, which is impossible, but I still try.
More than that, I want to experience life to the fullest, to step outside and see the sunset, stretch my arms and take in the warmth, smell the flowers, and feel the wind on my face. And I want to share that experience, so everyone else can know that moment of happiness and find it themselves. I’ve made it a habit to notice the details, and it’s compulsory to share them.
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