The past few days have been a blur. I've been working with a team of seven, getting things ready for this leadership event that we're staffing, starting tomorrow. It's been interesting getting used to life at this base. Things are... different. I'm worried that some of the haphazard way we as visitors have been treated will translate to the students. I'd like to insulated them as much as possible from some of this chaos.

It may be wishful thinking. But one can hope.

It's funny to me that as a staff member, I've been delegated the job of "administration." I'm laughing with the irony. Not that I don't think I can do it or that it's a job I'm not suited for. It's the fact that I am suited for it that cracks me up. In this context administration means paper related activities. Printing. Copying. Stapling. Organizing. I think as a teacher I developed the understanding of how these things work and how to do it quickly and effectively (because I wanted to be doing it for the least amount of time possible). And so I developed a knack for it, or maybe more appropriately, a perfectionistic bent towards clear, well-done, neat and orderly papers-related communication.

I'll maybe go into more of this another day, but I'm realizing more and more that a lot of my life revolves around communication. I obsess about nothing like I obsess about communication. Written or spoken or acted out. It's about the effective transfer of ideas, thoughts, perspectives and emotions. And where I obsess, I try to perfect.

So here's my self awareness moment for the day: I'm a perfectionistic communicator, in whatever form that may take at the present moment.