Limits

As Rachel points out, and as I well know, everybody has limits.

And I know, Superman has limits and so did/does any Superhero you care to name.

So, I wish the limits were LESS limiting, then.

And, yes, of course. If they were higher, I would then reach them and try to stretch them, and again complain that they hold me back. And I would be right THEN too. I hate limits.

I want more screens to ype on and more hands and fingers with which to type. I wish more processing ability so that I can handle that increased load - or the load I already have - better.

I [b]KNOW[/b] that I am close to capacity for certain sorts of things... that there are only so many more conferences I can take on, or people with whom I am connecting DAILY to whom I can connect, and BE connected.

I resent it. Bitterly. There is more to be done.

It pisses me off when my vaunted communication skills feel worthless to me, when I CANNOT get the person on the other end to understand me, or when I CANNOT for the life of me fathom what they are thinking...

Especially when I DO get EXACTLY what they are thinking - and I KNOW what will reach them - but it is only time and BAD experiences. I KNOW (thank you very much, KD) that major growth seems to only come from major transformative experiences (read: No pain, no gain). But there MUST be a better way.

And I am NOT finding it. I am not finding it for ME and I am NOT finding it for them. For you.

I especially hate it when my limits hurt those I love - and I cannot (YET, dammit!) transcend those limits.

So, I have chosen a limiting behavior, and I am going to work on it. *snort* Again. Maybe THIS time, I can do it.

*sigh*

It beats not trying.