I've been seeing this more clearly - for me, the act of communicating with the world feels much the same as composing an essay for college. In other words, it feels like work. There is a lot of thinking, not knowing where to begin, reordering, restructuring, refining, and resolving. I try to submit a refined composition, clear and correct. Even so, my simple soul apparently shows through more than I suspected. Does that leave me with still more work to do? Whew, the idea of rather daunting.