The thoughts, ideas and writings of an introverted woman in this extroverted world. Updated every Tuesday!
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.…
On December 23, 2015, at approximately 5 o’clock in the morning, I was on the road in my trusty 2002 Grand Am, pushing through holiday traffic toward my mother’s home, seven hours away. My radio was humming from my mixed CD, and the night around me glittered with the headlights of my fellow travelers. Then,…
…the problem with pounding a square peg into a round hole is not that hammering is hard work. It’s that you’re damaging the peg.” –Paul Collins It was a concern that I’ve been pondering a lot lately, but it lifted to the forefront of my memory when my friends and I were reviewing an old quiz…
Last Sunday, while spending the day getting things done and taking time out for myself, I had the chance to talk to two family members on the phone. While speaking to them (separately), I noticed an interesting difference in each of the exchanges. Exchange #1 Family member 1: So, how have you been? Me: Oh,…
My facial palette for The Voice audition. I know…I panicked… About a week ago, my taekwondo Master gave the adult class a very interesting bit of advice: “Everybody should do something uncomfortable in their lives to continue challenging themselves.” Apparently, I took that advice to heart and did just that when I woke…
Nothing like a trip to the river to really put your mind at ease. It’s been a week since I’ve returned from my trip from Arizona, and since that time, I’ve managed to keep the resolves I’d written down into an active practice. Things that I’d been putting off (taking items to Goodwill, enhancing…
There’s an equation that gave me some thought as I stared at my computer for the fifth night in a row. My Word program was open, but nothing was on the blank page. It was disturbingly reminiscent of my writer’s block a few years ago, and it’s making me wonder if I did something to…