Proclivity: an inclination or predisposition toward a particular thing

I’ve learned that as human beings we all have a proclivity for something. Some excel in the arts, others languages and some have a mastery over the written word. While multiple individuals can be inclined to a similar proclivity its ultimate manifestation is truly unique to each individual.

Some are lucky enough to find their proclivity early in life; others spend years seeking their true inclination. This journey can be both frustrating and exhilarating giving each individual a unique understanding of self.

While I applaud others in their search, I must say, I was fortunate to stumble upon my proclivity early in life. I did not seek it. I was one of the lucky ones whose proclivity found me.

This proclivity is one that I cannot shy away from; it is something that has become a part of who I am. No matter what I do, where I go and or how I try to change it, my proclivity is a part of me.

What is my predisposition? What was I lucky enough to find so early in life that eludes so many? What, you ask, is my proclivity?

I run into stuff. Constantly.

I will not soon forget the great wedding crashing debacle of 2002 (nor will those of the wedding party). I am waiting in fear that I might never recover fully from the filing cabinet incident of only mere weeks ago. And my screen door will forever have the imprint of my profile floating 5 feet above the floor.

I hope to one day fully understand the reason for my gift, my proclivity. But until that day I would ask only one thing. Be careful my friends, when walking around corners. My proclivity and me might just be on the other side.

Because Scott Said So

Let's face it. I love to write. And someone once said, "a writer writes." So here I am writing. Although I don't think I can be called a writer yet.

My friend Scott gave an awe inspiring speech a few weeks ago about harnessing creativity into something productive 365 days of the year (see his amazing productivity here). And Lis (the creative genius that she is) constantly proves that creating beautiful art isn't really that difficult (although I would beg to differ, I almost failed art class). I finally broke the cycle of procrastination and started writing again (I still hold that the two of them forced me into this).

365 musings in 365 days. Overwhelming? Yes. Impossible? Yes. I'd be happy with 52 posts in 52 weeks.

Just keep coming back, I'll do what I can to entertain.

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