I took French in junior high and high school – loved the logic of their grammar system, but never quite got the accent down. But, I will always remember this one morning, I believe it was my junior year, that I woke up and realized that I had dreamed in French. My teacher, Madame Murray, told me that was a milestone – that the language had officially entered my subconscious, that I would be learning on a whole new level.
And then, this morning, I was being interviewed on BlogTalkRadio, by Jason Crouch and Ken Cook, and we were talking about blogging. Jason mentioned that blogging has actually helped him become a better communicator live and in person. And it immediately reminded me of my French experience.
Because not only am I a better communicator because of my blog, but it’s actually entered my subconscience to the point that it has affected my thought and communication patterns.
I think in blog posts. Before you call the addiction/obsession/this-lady-is-insane police – hear me out.
- I connect seemingly unrelated things in my mind (obviously that one is specific to this blog) and it stimulates my imagination.
- I find myself eager for conversation, comments, feedback – and then replying.
- I look for ways to connect out – who can I help promote, who deserves credit, who can I introduce to to the people around me, how can I widen my network.
- I feel massively creative.
- I’m categorizing and organizing.
- I’m storing great ideas as drafts to be used later.
- My mind is literally writing my thoughts…the voice you hear here is what’s literally playing in my head – but that’s been a merging to be sure because, of course, the voice I write with came from my head in the first place.
- Some people think I’ve become more humorous…some less.
- As life happens around me, I’m documenting it with my thoughts – beginning, middle, end, publish.
It just works…as I’ve said before…this blog platform. It’s short, communicative, immediate.
I haven’t actually had an in-blog dream yet…but I have definitely dreamed in Twitter – which only goes to show that if I only have time to dream in 140 characters, I’m getting nowhere near enough sleep.