Okay, this might sound weird, but I’ve never done a subscription box before. I know what they are, because I have friends who get them, and I’ve always thought they were interesting but…meh, not really for me. I’m not into makeup or toys or collectibles or anything that seems to go into these oh-so-popular subscription boxes.
And then I discovered The Wallflower Box.
My husband was just about to push the “place order” button on Amazon when he turned to me, fear in his eyes.
“I just don’t know if I can justify the cost,” he said.
We had spent the past few days going back and forth over this big purchase, but now that it was go time I could tell he was freaking out.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well…it’s just that I’m not making any money at this, so…”
And that’s when I knew we were right back at square one.
I have a really weird thing that happens to me whenever I receive a bit of emotionally disturbing news. Whether it’s something small (like someone tells me I said the wrong thing at the dinner table) or something big (like getting hit with rejection or betrayal) my system immediately goes into shut-down mode. I freeze like a panicked animal, my throat, chest and stomach lock up, and the rest of me feels totally numb.
This numb feeling can last a few minutes, or it can last a few days.
Introvert vs. Extrovert is the current question raging across the web. Which one are you? Which one is better? Can’t we all just get along? Of course, the answer is that both are valuable, beautiful, and essential to the big-picture human community on earth. The reason that the introvert extrovert debate has become so popular lately is not because we need to figure out which one is better, but because introverts are finally finding a way to accept themselves for who they are.
So what does that really mean for introvert writers?
I am an introvert.
Growing up, I never would have admitted that. Up until a few years ago the label “introvert” pretty much meant socially awkward, shy, and kind of of dorky. And while I am also sometimes awkward, sometimes shy, and definitely a dork about certain things, when I say I’m an introvert I’m talking about something else entirely.