(from birthday #22)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
i have been more reclusive this year than i expected to be. i think of myself as someone who likes people and laughter and loud jokes--and i do love those things--but i find myself hiding away in places where it is quiet more frequently than i would have guessed. maybe this realization has something to do with the fact that i am living with four wonderful girls who all practice spontaneity and carpe diem with much more ease than i do. it seems they do not live their lives by sticky note schedules the way i do. nonetheless, it is surprising to realize how natural introspection feels to me lately. i like being downstairs, holed up in my room, hearing the boisterous laughter and snippets of conversation drifting down, but i'm not always comfortable participating in the conversation.