The thoughts, ideas and writings of an introverted woman in this extroverted world. Updated every Tuesday!
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…
In the first part of this multi-part series, I reviewed not only what the love languages were; I also showcased my love languages and explained why I think I received the results I did. In this part, I wanted to answer a question that arose due to Dr. Gary Chapman’s own explanation. As explained by…
Let’s jump right in–I am fascinated by the concept of love languages. They’re not just applicable to romantic relationships–oh, no. Everyone you know and meet has a set order of preferences to their languages. And if you can be perceptive enough to learn what that order is, you’ve possibly earned the faith of a family…
The last thing I intended to do was restart my blog with a rant over another blog. But when I saw the title of a Vogue.com article shared on Twitter a few weeks ago, my biscuits became quite burned. “How Did I Become the Last Single Person In My Group?” A.k.a., “Mid-30s and Single: Did…
We all know that familiar scenario. It’s a normal day like any other. You’re wandering along, minding your business and doing what you know needs to be done. You notice a guy nearby. You’ve seen him around every now and then. Maybe you didn’t notice him too much, no more than anyone else. He’s kinda cute.…
As I take the steps necessary to work myself out of my crushing and debilitating stages of depression, I find myself looking back at old habits and behaviors and wondering just what I should do to recalculate my life. One area that seems to need some tweaks is my love life. One item that I…