Having locked my keys in my car again...

I'm writing this while sitting alone on the concrete steps at Baxter. I have, for the second time in two weeks, locked my keys in the car. Whenever life events precipitate inaction, I've learned to take the opportunity to mine (as in "gold mine") the situation for applicable lessons. So I'm hashing things out on my phone.

In this particular situation, I have found two truths.

The first deals with the medium used for exploring the truth. One, A: proficiency determines the extent to which the truth is explored. I type slower on this cell phone. I make many mistakes, which force me to go back and change things. I can only elaborate so much. Certain detailing is simply counterproductive. One, B. The application. Pretty obvious. I'm limited by my own inability to pursue my train of thought and document it while it is still happening.

A random note... The passing breeze is carrying the thick, heady scent of honeysuckle. it's a rather good night.

Anyway, in such a way, the method by which you limit yourself (which anything structured inherently will)informs your content.

Chris is here to help me break into my car. I need to go.

The only other thing I had to say dealt with one action limiting your ability to do anything else.

But maybe that's too obvious.