People are often surprised to find out that I’m an introvert at heart. After all, I spend much of my life engaging people through my Instagrams and am often energized by learning people’s stories. Recently a high school teacher that I’ve kept in touch with for decades told me I was a connector.
And I really enjoyed hearing that. Because I have to work hard at it.
There was a time when I hated to call a pizza parlor to order a pizza and I often still have to talk my self into picking up the phone to make reservations or engage a stranger in conversation. I suppose all my years as a military spouse forced most of that out of me.
I’m an extremely connected person, through my photographs, through social media and through this blog.
That said, all of it requires stretches of solitude to balance my inner self and I love it when I have a day alone.
These days, while my husband and I are still in-between one house and another, while we’re still living out of suitcases and in a temporary home, I’m blessed with these surroundings, due to the generous nature of friends who are letting us live in the guest house on their lake property.
I can’t think of a better place for solitude.
Even the gray and rainy days are wonderful.