What on earth does me holding this gorgeous peony have anything to do with what I'm good at? Well, I will tell you! I'm good at drinking coffee in the morning, I'm good at having a nice glass of red wine at night! I'm really good at relaxing! I'm good at taking big big inhales of the world around me. I'm a slow walker when I want to be because my eyes are always wandering around the big wide world. I'm a true introvert in the biggest sense of the word. If you met me you may think I'm stand offish or not very much fun. Just in the way that I would be really quiet and I am really quiet. I attract extraverts. I'm nearly surrounded by them. Motorcycle man is sort of on the cusp. He will say he is an introvert but he never meets a stranger and he is a professional conversationalist. That's what I call him anyway. For instance with me, there just might be long, quiet pauses in conversation. Awkward silent moments. Not with motorcycle man, he makes a stranger feel at ease the instant he makes eye contact, he has a warm smile, he has kind eyes and he is never at loss for words. It's weird too because I think I'm 100% participating in a small gathering by just being there and taking it all in. Like full on IN, I will be having these weird conversations inside my on head in response to some other peoples conversations. It's the strangest thing. Just look towards the top of that peony below and see that slightest bit of pink along the smallest edge of that ruffly petal. These things! It's these things that light up my spirit. I love people too. I promise I do. I will remember a face, I will remember a conversation, the details. Rich will be the one having the conversation and I will be the one remembering it all. Can anyone relate to this?
What I also wanted to share about introverts and for me specifically INFP-ers. Is that we might just have really big imaginations even as adults, we also feel our feelings strong, like as in we are sensitive. One time someone told me I was too sensitive and I was like "who do you think you are? Being sensitive is a gift! don't you know that?" Yeah, I cry at some commercials and I cry when someone is telling me something really special. Tears just start rolling out of my eyes, I can't even control it. My dad and brother used to make fun of me when I was little because I would be watching a touching movie and I would just be sitting there with tears rolling down my cheeks and they would poke fun at me. I almost thought it wasn't the thing I should be doing and I was ashamed for a while of those little uncontrollable emotions but now I realize it's part of who I was made to be. We might admire others for their strengths but that doesn't mean we have to put ourselves down because we might have different strengths. I struggle with that too. I do too much mean talk to myself. I'm trying to work on that, it's been lots of years of work actually. It's quite a journey. I still have so much more work to do.
Lately I'm trying to focus on what I'm good at. This is so off the subject but you know how every single person on earth is different? Like we all look so very different from one another, our voices are unique to us, blows my mind if you want to know the truth but as I've been doodling more I was thinking that I can't make one doodle girl look exactly like the other and I get so excited with my creative ability that I can color them all so different, different hair styles, hair colors, eye colors, nose shapes, lip shapes...it's endless and I wondered if that's how much fun God has when he creates people? See, I'm good at giving you thoughts to ponder (lol)