Storytelling

I sat in my funky think-tank and pondered last night's events. Looked like we'd done some badly needed defining at last - badly needed for me, that was. Sometimes you found yourself searching for something without consciously knowing you were looking for it in the first place, and only realised what you'd lacked once you'd found it. Narratives, that was what it was all about. What it all boiled down to, everything said and done. And indeed, we had a story to tell.
It was a swell place. Funky to be here. And I'd become aware again of its purpose. All it'd taken were a few beers and a couple of friends. And, of course, your inspiring analytic.


Strange thing, these narrtives. Something to ponder about - another time.