My mom says I am smart, but that I am not clever.
I am sure I am not smart enough to know what she means ? but I have thought about her description often over the years.
My thinking is not elegant. I don’t come to conclusions with deft
? Sherlock Holms-ian clarity.
I have go over and under and around and through ideas
And then I need to feel the idea in practice.
I am a reader ? I enjoy learning ? but I only learn lessons after feeling the consequences of screwing something up or the pleasure of bringing something beautiful into the world.