The thoughts, ideas and writings of an introverted woman in this extroverted world. Updated every Tuesday!
Introverts, by definition, function the best when they are surrounded only by themselves or by one or two very selective friends. The more people they have to cope with, and the longer they have to cope with said people (especially when said people are talking a lot), it can quickly drain their energy. But what…
As much as I would love to write a long, thought-provoking blog post right now, time constraints and the very reason I’m writing this is why I’m keeping this short. In fact, that first sentence may end up being the longest sentence in this whole post. So, let’s get right to the chase. Have you…
Question to anyone reading this: did you get enough sleep last night? Be honest. I won’t tell anyone. No? Me, neither. And I know you’re not being flippant when you answer, because I’m not being flippant, either. I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Or enough sleep two nights before. And I certainly wasn’t getting…
I first thought of the phrase “circling the drain” when I was having lunch with a coworker sometime in the midst of 2017. At the time, I didn’t think more of the phrase than how effective its analogy was for the point I was trying to make. You know–some process wasn’t being done cuz so-and-so…
In Part 1 of this post, I wrote to Mr. Missed Opportunity 1 and 2, who just didn’t work out. Part of the reason was poor timing; another was personal choices. These last two (and the bonus man) were simply circumstance. And those can be the worst missed opportunities of all. To Mr. Your-Hugs-Are-Awesome-But-My-Friend-Likes-You-Too I’m…
The memories of a missed opportunity rise in our heads at the moment we least expect them. For me, it was while rummaging through my closet this weekend, scrounging for blouses and dresses that I never wore, that I can’t wear, that I will never wear. One missed opportunity after another, I think ruefully, yanking…
Welp, it’s another light week, which means it’s time for a nice, pleasant writing prompt. This one is presented with only a photo of a flooded basement. Enjoy! I meet Cesca in the hallway as I shut the door to the basement. Usually, she doesn’t care to stop when she sees me, but I guess…
