/ Shed is continuously investigating beauty within chaos, within the unique characters of the natural world. A recent investigation delves into dialect.
When I was young I was told I was dyslexic. I continuously struggled to learn how to write. Luckily though I worked one on one with an amazing teacher who helped me navigate my way to becoming remotely functional at it. I grew up feeling slightly like an idiot, what was wrong with me, why was it so difficult. While most of that is behind me now, signs of this show up in my writing often.
It has been a recent theme to come up with some amazing people offering to help proof read what I write. I've spent a lot of time battling the idea, of having someone proof read what gets written for this site.
At this point I realize that the ways we write and speak, whether conventionally correct or not tell a story about who we are, giving what we have to say character if only we can get past the idea of wrong and what is right. Words and punctuation marks in dream state, like poems rather then math. Each mark mapping how the brain is working in the present. With a secondary mind in the equation "correcting" these trains of thought, a small piece of identity is lost. My lack of ability in this, and perhaps the lack of desire to conform, has become part of my identity.
Maybe this will all change and I will eventually come to a different conclusion, having someone shift my thoughts into what is "right", but until then I am happy and even proud of the uniqueness of my written thoughts. I thank you for being open to this and even others with unique dialects and ways they go about things. Hopefully we can all judge a little less and celebrate a little more.