My name is Elizabeth and I am an introvert. I enjoy being around people, but doing so drains my battery. At some point, I have to step back and recharge. An extrovert has their battery charged by being WITH people. I'm a little more on the extreme side where my battery drains fairly quickly. If I was a laptop, I'd be buying a NEW battery because this one is holding a charge for less than the average time. But I have discovered a power leak in my battery. Social networking.
I've become a rather adept social networker in the last couple years. But when it comes to flesh and blood people...I'm losing ground. I've found myself skipping parties and events because I just didn't have it in me to chat. Yet I'm posting here there and everywhere. My battery was being slowly drained and I didn't realize it!
Recently I've cut back on Facebook. I've experimented with my NKOTB twitter account. I've actually increased posting on my regular twitter account (Yes, I have 2 accounts. I told you I was adept.) I believe I'm drawing a conclusion. Cutting back is good. Very good. Poor Facebook will continue to be neglected. My followers in the Blockhead world will start to miss me. And my other Twitter followers....probably will see a little cutback to where I previously had been.
Fall is beginning and with it more social opportunities. Weekly ballet classes started tonight. Bible study will start soon. I might join a second study. I'm leading a monthly activity group. I need to save my battery for real flesh and blood.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Not-so-hidden treasure
Why do we overlook treasures so often?
There is a park just a short walk from my home. Its about the same distance as the metro, just in the opposite direction. It's a long narrow park about a half mile from end to end following a little creek. Full of trees and squirrels and the sounds of the water babbling past. Its not a national treasure. Its not the 8th wonder of the world. I only see public mention of it when the water becomes polluted by this or that city accident. But it's still a beautiful little taste of nature and a very peaceful place.
I actually discovered it in the couple months before I moved into my apartment while I was still staying with my aunt and uncle. Every time I'm here, my soul feels like its been feed. Yet, in 4 years why can I still count on my two hands how many times I've come here?? Why do I forget about the beauty? The peace? Why do I convince myself the walk here is longer than it really is? Why do I stay home when something better is waiting for me? Why? I feel God here. Why do I forget the good things He has for me?
(written on a bench overlooking the creek yesterday)
There is a park just a short walk from my home. Its about the same distance as the metro, just in the opposite direction. It's a long narrow park about a half mile from end to end following a little creek. Full of trees and squirrels and the sounds of the water babbling past. Its not a national treasure. Its not the 8th wonder of the world. I only see public mention of it when the water becomes polluted by this or that city accident. But it's still a beautiful little taste of nature and a very peaceful place.
I actually discovered it in the couple months before I moved into my apartment while I was still staying with my aunt and uncle. Every time I'm here, my soul feels like its been feed. Yet, in 4 years why can I still count on my two hands how many times I've come here?? Why do I forget about the beauty? The peace? Why do I convince myself the walk here is longer than it really is? Why do I stay home when something better is waiting for me? Why? I feel God here. Why do I forget the good things He has for me?
(written on a bench overlooking the creek yesterday)
Saturday, August 21, 2010
This but That
I want so much to be balanced. To be serious but fun. To be steady but adventurous. To be detailed but compassionate. To be focused yet relaxed. I want to be smarter. I want to have a better memory. I want to be patient. I want to be deeper. I want to reflect Christ. I want to be pure. I want to be fun without being frivolous.
I want to be unable to be defined by a single word. Unless of course that word is "balanced." ;-) But no, really. I want to be a person who is neither extreme nor indistinguishable. I in no way want to be average. I want to be painted in a mosaic of bold colors and crisp lines.
I am at my root a person of contradictions. The greatest of which involves the fact that is can be very hard to see. I have a sweet candy shell that hides it all very nicely.
So tell me, what words would you use to describe me? What words would you like to hear describing YOU?
I want to be unable to be defined by a single word. Unless of course that word is "balanced." ;-) But no, really. I want to be a person who is neither extreme nor indistinguishable. I in no way want to be average. I want to be painted in a mosaic of bold colors and crisp lines.
I am at my root a person of contradictions. The greatest of which involves the fact that is can be very hard to see. I have a sweet candy shell that hides it all very nicely.
So tell me, what words would you use to describe me? What words would you like to hear describing YOU?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
1000 words
They say a picture is worth 1000 words. Here is my 1000 word answer to my third question. Who do I want to be? This pic shows a balance of romance and family that just about slapped me in the face when I saw it. I love it.
(except my husband would never wear a tucked in polo shirt)
Photo taken by an old friend and stolen from her blog http://apurposedrivenmom.blogspot.com/
(except my husband would never wear a tucked in polo shirt)
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