Sometimes It’s Too Noisy

The world is, at times, quite noisy

Being an introvert in a world that basically states “You must mingle, talk, and socialize whether you would like to do that or not.” (at least that is how the world seems to me most of the time), is tricky. Perhaps tricky isn’t the best word but right now it fits.

I’m an introvert. Which means I do not always want to communicate with the outside world, mingle and socialize.  A lot of the time I seek solitude so I can resettle my self from the chaos going on around me. Being bombarded with a constant stream of activity is very taxing on us introverts.

Indeed the world seems much too noisy at times. At these times I need to turn off the world. I turn off the computer, put the phone on silent, and let go of the cyber and social activities for a little while. This could be anywhere from an hour to a few days. During that time I usually write a lot of poetry. It’s my way of downloading the frenetic energy and resettling my self.

I’m introverted not cold

I’ve been called cold, stone-faced, emotionless, and shy. I’m not any of those things, except I am shy – at first. Once I let you in though and become friends with you, then I will talk your ears off. You would just need to understand that I will retreat into the shadows sometimes, in order to restore my inner balance. This has, at, times, had unintended ill-effects on personal relationships. I’ve lost friends because they thought I was weird, odd, and too strange because I wasn’t always on.

When I force myself to go out when I want to stay in, it never works. I feel on edge, nervous, and like I don’t belong. Even when I’m with friends. It’s taken a long time for me to realize that there is nothing wrong with me, I merely need a bit of solitude.

Dancing on the edge of everything

Introverts sometimes appear to be stalking society. The ones who live on the fringes of social activity. The ones who are quite content with being our own best friend. That doesn’t mean we do not like contact with others. It means that we require less contact than extroverts. I’m not saying extroverts are needy, they’re not, they are just different than introverts.

In my opinion -

The world needs both extroverts and introverts. Because the world would be a boring place if everyone were the same. Our differences can create a balance.

 

Anyway, 

This are my thoughts today. Now I’m going to meditate and recharge. Have a wonderful weekend.  :)

 

 

 

Hey you…Thanks!

I just want to say thank you to everyone who follows my blog. It’s fun to see how many people stop by to check it out, read, look around, and comment.

So…….

THANK-YOU!!!!!

 

Have a wonderful day.  

Brrrrr….It’s Spring

I went out to a couple of parks this morning to snap a few first week of Spring photos.

At The Park

Bird Attitude

Some Bunny was here

I found a little greenery

 

 

 

 

Realizing the Reality of things

I now realize that I’m having difficulty keeping up with my schedule.

I have put waaaaaaayyyy too much on myself and I can’t keep up the pace. So I’m rearranging things before I get frustrated to the point on inaction.

I’m still going to post mini essays/paragraphs about the different writing modes, however, I will need to do this on a bi-monthly basis rather than weekly.

At first I thought of this as a failure. Now I realize that it isn’t a failure to know what your limits are in life. Not that my life is limited and my creativity is definitely not limited. It’s merely the fact that I have more enriching my life now than just my writing.

So, I am now going to post articles/mini essays/paragraphs (whichever one you’d like to call it) on a bi-monthly schedule. I am enjoying the process of writing within a certain style/mode and do not want to just drop the whole project.

I can feel the relief now that I’m not putting so much on myself. I guess I do that often. At least I realized it and can now move in a good forward direction again.

Lesson learned Universe. lesson learned.

Have a wonderfully great weekend!

p.s. Or you can just have the weekend that you have.

Imagine My Surprise

Well It seems I failed to correctly schedule yesterday’s post. I twas supposed to be the final copy of the descriptive mode writing. It was indeed a good lesson in paying attention to what I’m doing at the moment.

You see, I scheduled it for the wrong date and that is the reason why there was post on Wednesday. I do apologize for that little snafu. Lesson learned.

Anyway, here is the post that should’ve been here yesterday.

I sit by his crib for hours just watching him breath and wondering if the twitching is in reaction to a dream or something else. His nurse comes by every thirty minutes to check on him and write down the information on his chart attached to the end of his crib.

Reaching into his crib I touch his small hand. Soft and yielding, yet there is an inner strength there that I know is building. Waking up he grasps my hand. Each tiny finger wrapping around my hand and our eyes meet for the first time. The world around us hushes and we are the only two in this place. The only thing that matters here in this moment is the bond that being created.

Then just as quick the moment fades and the incessant clicking, beeping and whirring of machines steals back in to shatter that peace. I want my touch to heal him so that we can go home to begin our new life path. I know that is not possible. Fighting back the tears I kiss his little hand and tuck it back under the blanket, making sure not to dislodge the IV tubes and wires.

This is just day one and I wonder how many days it’ll be before I can hold him, snuggle him  close and let him know just how much I already love him.