I’m not even sure I know who I am anymore. He is in having his colonoscopy and it is too cold in the waiting room so I’m sitting outside on a bench….on the most hot and humid day so far this year in KC.
While he drank and purged yesterday prepping for today’s activity, I cooked myself up linner or was in dunch….something I knew he would detest and not hunger for. Salmon pattys and sweet corn. Actually I was going to do peas but the corn at the grocery store looked awesome and it was!
Back to the labeling…I’m becoming one of those people who does not like to leave the house. I’m totally content in my habitat…that’s not to say I don’t want to go outside…it just means I could go for weeks and not leave the house and its surroundings..
In fact….*long pause…. I have a little anxiety when I have to attend a social event.But ask me to speak at a social event in front of an audience and I’m energized. My girls insist that I’m an extrovert and they, like their father, are introverts. Their father who talks to all the neighbors, knows where they all work and the names of their dog…..I know who has the friendliest wave from the end of the driveway.
So. Where do I fit. I fit in no little box. I am me…I’m comfortable being me and just like everyone else, I can participate or not participate. It is my choice….and quite frankly, I’m probably the only one who is questioning this? Or am I?
Until next time…..