I observe. A lot.
My sister, Seester, is always telling me I think too much and have too many ideas, and by the way would I stop spouting off about them already, I’m making her head spin. She’s my best friend, so she says it with humor.
Most of the time.
I observe constantly and ask questions about what I observe. It’s not being judgmental that makes me ask; it’s a true desire to know, to understand what I’m seeing. If something in my blogging offends you, if something I jabber about strikes you wrong; it wasn’t intended to do so. It’s just me asking a million questions like an uncontrolled three-year old and spouting off opinions like a quartet of old men playing poker.