More of a watcher than a doer

I was going to suggest that my musings here have been sporradic but that suggests a frequency of output to which I can lay no claim. Oh I'm sure I started with great intentions. After all wasn't this a perfect chance to foist my own jaded views onto the world? Yet it never seems to happen. What can be the cause of this malaise? Laziness possibly. Wel lyes and then again no. I have always been slow to action, teachers' likened me to hibernating tortoises in their class, but I think it cuts deeper than that. I love sport,(bear with me there is a connection here), I have even occasionally played them. However social awkwardness and physical dyslexia do not make for a spoting superstar. What they do make is an introverted watcher who likes to think abut the substance of what they are watching. This is a trait that can spiral out into all reaches of one's life - the preference to think, ruminate, dissect, savour and generally cogitate in the place of action. Hence I am a watcher whils others are doers. Thus movement on this blog will not move at the pace of many others - lets face it I'm probably reading and thinking about those other sites a the same time as you.