Happy Monday to you all!!!!
I hope the weekend gave you the chance to do the things that refresh and recharge your batteries…if not there’s only 5 more days to go and you’ll get the chance to do it all over again!
Now for a little confession. I love blogging. It’s quickly turning into a new addiction. But at times it can be a little frustrating because I’m dyslexic. Everything I write contains so many ‘typos’, extra words, and sentences with the end of my thought at the beginning, that I’m often afraid no one will be able to make sense of what I’m trying to say except me!!!
But what is particularly special is the effect numbers have on me. In fact if you want to see my brain fry just ask me for my telephone number…you’ll be guaranteed a dazzling light show as my eyes roll round and round in my head and smoke shoots out my ears!
I once heard a story of a performer whose dyslexia constantly made him think that the audience was behind him on the stage. So he kept looking behind him because he thought the audience was creeping up on him. Wow! Can you imagine that? Hats off to him for finding a way to continue to express himself in spite of the challenges.
This got me thinking. I can’t begin to tell you the amount of times I have shut down, clammed up or even avoided a situation because I was afraid my dyslexia might go into full gear making me look, shall we say, less than intelligent. But in the words of Ann Landers ‘Dilemma’:
“To laugh is to risk appearing a fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk rejection.
To place your dreams before the crowd is to risk ridicule.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To go forward in the face of overwhelming odds is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
Only the person who takes risks is truly free.”
Thanks for that Ann. So in the likely event of future typos or strangely constructed sentences please forgive me. I’m just dealing with the creeping crowd behind me!
Love Stone
PS See you tomorrow!