Look at this! After all my valiant attempts to talk myself out of it, here I am, throwing my random thoughts into the blog world. So many of my friends were doing it, I decided I had to start my own.
My blog site gets its name from the conversation that follows any introduction I’m part of:
“Hi, I’m Kemi. It’s nice to meet you.”
” Kimmy? Kami? Tammy? What?”
“Nope, Kemi. K-E-M-I, like ‘chemistry’. It’s Japanese.”
“Oh. That’s pretty. I’ve never heard that name before. Okay. Kemi. Chemistry. I can remember that.”
I’ve found that life is often like that. I think I’m speaking as clearly as possible, using vivid imagery and making a solid, irrefutable mental picture, when I realize that for all my verbal prowess, my target audience is staring at me with a befuddled, glazed-eye stare. I’ve decided that is has less to do with my delivery and more to do with my listeners’ limited experience with the chosen subject matter, just like with my name.
That has to be it, right?