clarity

I've been observing the scent of confusion wafting through my daily grind. Where to focus my attention and my energies? There's the script, the book, the graphic novel, the web project, the art show(s), the documentary, the illustration gig, the panty line, the blog, the animated short that's been clawing to get out - every which way some dazzling, dizzying, wonderful creation clawing to be birthed into material reality.

And then I slowed down enough to hone in on the culprit:

every which way

I use these words daily, in a kicky, quirky sort of throw-away hyperbolic frenzy of enthusiastic space-filling.

every which way?

anchoring in confusion with careless words tossed unconsciously forth because they sound pretty while modifying their speaker (me) into deeper and murkier states of which way shall I go? confusion.

lesson learned.

i am clear, focused, easy, effective, effortless direction now.

words matter. every one of 'em.