Connective Issues I spend most of my time doing stuff. Tasks. To Do lists. Moving things from one side of my desk to the other and from the In Basket to that drawer where I hide stuff I'm not doing. Every now and then, so at least my secretary thinks I'm accomplishing something, I manage to put something in the Out Box for her to file. At least that is how it often feels. The little things that come in between the beginning and the end of a project have never brought me great joy. I used to make myself feel better by saying I'm just a "big picture kinda guy" and just couldn't get bogged down with the details. But I think the truth is that I'm basically an impatient, short attention span, make-it-work-so-I-don't-look-stupid kinda guy. My doctor gave me a new little detail to deal with the other day; it seems I have a connective tissue disorder related to the aortic valve of my heart. Fairly unusual for someone my age and really no big deal. Very treatable. And I'm sure that's what they would have told my brother if they'd found it before the same thing killed him six years ago. Those things that tend to clog up projects between the beginnings and the ends, still get in my way. There's been no miracle cure for my short attention span due to the threat of a shortened life span. But, it has made me see a whole new connection with how I have lived the details of my life--spiritually, physically, and professionally. They are difficult to separate. Apparently, all of my connective details can use some work!
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