I'm not a woman of many names. I've never had a nickname that stuck, though my mom has often tried. I like things simple and plain. Classic Lays potato chips are the BEST and vanilla ice cream ROCKS! For all my simplicity, I find words and their power astounding, nothing simple about them. I mean, really, how many different ways can you analyze the way a person says, "Okay"? The possibilities are endless! Because I have such a love affair with words, I find they often seem to fill up my mind with no where else to really flow. Since I am such a quiet and reserved person, I don't often expel my mental ramblings for fear I will bore or scare people away. Who would really care what I have to say anyway? I've been married to my husband for 8 years now, and I very briefly become overly chatty around him. I like to let others do the talking while I soak it in. The people I'm closest to can carry on a conversation all by themselves. Without knowing it, that trait sort of became a prerequisite to becoming an acquaintance of mine.
I believe it was Abraham Lincoln who said, "It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt." I live by this, and I am deeply regretful when I slip up. I am scared to death of looking like a bumbling idiot (see below) no matter how endearing it can sometimes be.
I must admit; life in the corner spent people watching can become a tad boring. Yet, life of the party I am not, nor can I force myself to be. So, how else to take a few steps from the corner and join a bit of the party? Pair my affection for words with the sheer joy I gather from typing (the subtle sounds of the keyboard clicking away as I barely move my fingers are quite calming and helps me to focus), and a blog seems only natural. How long will it be before I share this with others? No telling. May be never. It's like mingling with the crowd giving only slight smiles and never actually engaging in conversation. That's a step, and we'll see how much my cowardice decreases as time goes by.
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