The room was full of unfamiliar faces and small groups of chatting coworkers. It was an introvert’s nightmare. I longed for a glass of wine in my hand, but I had given up drinking for the year so I was on my own, so to speak. My husband and I were at his company Christmas party. I longed for a seat at a table where I could feign interest in the centerpieces and water glass. Thankfully, Josh could sense my anxiety and quickly suggested a seat at a table where he recognized a few people. The people at our table…
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Do you believe in signs? I never used to, but I do now. I think things changed when I started to listen to what many call their “gut instinct” or “following your heart”. I would feel this panicky need to do something, or a pang of jealousy over someone’s accomplishment, or start seeing the same word over and over and I would often ignore it. Finally, I met someone who taught me to believe in and follow these signs. He was basically a self-obsessed person that used to think of following his bliss, regardless of who he was hurting along his journey…
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eight years ago. pasta and potatoes at every meal empty pockets; only food that fit my budget. in a new city, needing a rebirth, living out of my suitcase, on the wrong side of the tracks. early mornings, up to catch the train. i watched drug deals happen and turned my face against the icy Spring wind that was trying to freeze me; wondering what I was thinking. <3 hustling on the phone to pay my rent, pay my debts. convinced by the eclectic crowd to grow to love the city, to learn to love the night life. the introvert…