A few friends think I write well, that I am far more expressive in the way I write than I ever could be in person or on the phone. I'll second that latter bit. I loathe talking on the phone. Have never liked it--even before the advent of email and texting (yes, I am THAT old).
One friend in her typical fit of pique (I'm guessing that it is typical, or at least frequent: we've been apart for 28 years and have only just reconnected, which I find truly cool) at some idiosyncrasy of mine in our daily chats suggested that I start channeling my "talent."
For the record, I don't think I am talented. At anything. I do a bunch of stuff pretty well. I have fun at, and with, what I do, but I am by no means "talented" at any of it. When I was still active in the Navy--I retired in 2009 after 22 years a Naval Aviator--I had cause to assert (because I quite often observed the truth of it ) that there were two types of aviators: the natural pilots and those who had to work at it. Any reasoned and unbiased review of my education, training and career will surely indicate that I was one of the non-naturals. I struggled every day of 16 years in the cockpit to be a decent pilot and aircraft commander. I didn't die, or lose a plane or hurt any of my crews. But I broke a sweat, sucked seat cushion up my ass, and frequently walked away from a night carrier landing with a (I hope) barely perceptible shiver in my gait.
After nearly 47 years of drawing breath, I can say with all certainty and a very straight face that the same can be said of a similar review of my life. Without a specific talent for it, you live by working at it. That's where I am, and I am completely fine with that. But I digress.
I am starting this Blog, "The Windborne Chronicles," to have some fun with words, to put thought behind my interests which all seem to have something to do with air, breath, wind, water or.....food, and to set to words what lessons I've learned as I "work at it".
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