If you are like me, you squirm in a small group meeting when the room grows silent. I fantasize myself something like the mysterious woman who waits until the perfect moment to speak - and when she does her listeners are captivated but that never quite happens something bubbles up inside me and I…just-have-to-say-something!
Or let’s say I haven’t seen a good friend for a long time. My mind gets overwhelmed with things to say because it’s been so long.
Where do we start? What have we missed? How can we get caught up?
And it’s like those first few moments are schizophrenic, jumping from one topic to another, tangent-city, trying to get caught up.
That’s what I’m feeling about this blog post. It’s been months. And before that, it was months. It’s like our blog-friendship (aka blogship) is severely undernourished.
How do I just start again?
And why did I stop?
And what have we been up to? (more on that later)
I’ve never been good at ice-breakers to be honest. Small talk makes me break out into an invisible rash.
I’m that awkward girl in the room when everyone is talking about weather, and I just dropped the whole “what is the meaning of life” bomb.
I’ve killed light -hearted conversation.
I’ve held onto a certain topic through interruptions like babies crying, phone calls, even someone needing to leave to no avail.
Sometimes I think I am the weirdest girl you may have ever met.
But there is this anthem inside me that sings about how we are all weird.