I was noticing how I'm not as good of a speller as I used be, or at least not as quick. Old age, I figured. Brain deteriorating. Oh well.
Then I decided it's not necessarily that big a deal when certain brain synapses or pathways/habits die or just get worn out. It just forces me to use other mental processes, other brain routes, sending me in new directions, mentally. As long as I still get there, mentally, who cares how?
It reminds me of one of my pet peeves with corporate life. Those who get ahead are usually the ones quickest to come up with a plausible solution. That sounds fine on the surface, but the quickest plausible answer is almost never the best answer.
I prefer to take a few seconds and come up with a better “big picture” answer.
Of course, by then, the conversation has passed me by in favor of the fast talkers.
And then, what's the saying?, “Another bad idea gets through.”