I have a note in my pretty pathetic list of potential blog topics (since I usually just train-of-thought the moment I sit down to write): “girl doing cartwheels in Safeway parking lot.”
I am an overthinker. I ponder, I pontificate, I do everything in my power to think a problem to death. To suffocate it with details and research, to drive the final nail with a resolute hammer of a choice, only to then wonder if I put the nail in the right corner or the right coffin.
I’m trying to recognize when the excitement to do one of “all of the things” comes from the place in my brain that buzzes when it’s distracted by something new or when it feels hyped up rather than from a place of inner peace and clarity.
I am a true, full introvert. Not even a question. I remember taking some sort of personality test when I was young, maybe Myers-Briggs or something similar. It must have been back in high school or even middle school. However old I was, it was an age when I was struggling with fitting in and… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Notes from an Introvert
Ducks are distracting little critters. Why does putting them in a row elicit guilt?
As a kid, I looked forward to the last day of school like anyone else. Through the intensity and stress of April and May exams and final essays, the prospect of three whole months stretching in front of me, filled only with a mindless summer job and gymnastics workouts, seemed a golden light pulling me… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Crawling Back
It is one of those mornings I sit down to write without a plan, without even a fragment of an idea. I woke with my mind buzzing around all I have to do today. It was tempting to let the buzzing take over, to eschew my normal Tuesday morning routine in favor of a little… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Unknown