In an attempt to blog more than once every 3rd blue moon, I’m going to focus my attention on short posts that are too long for Twitter, yet not what I normally wrote.
It wasn’t too long ago that I spent more time at home then I did going out. Right now, I’m pretty sure the birds flying by my apartment see it’s interior more often than I do. I always considered myself an introvert, I liked reading, playing video games, and doing anything else that only required a seat in my house. Now, no one would believe I was introverted if I told them. I’m always out attending an event of some sort or getting a beer with friends. Hell, I’ve even tried my hand at event planning a few times in the last six months.
So what changed? Well, in hindsight I have always been an extrovert. I’ve never been scared of anyone, could always hold a conversation with a brown paper bag, and loved meeting new people. What has changed is my avenues for finding things to do. I became friends with some busy people, started marking things on my calendar so I wouldn’t forget about them, and kept myself informed via whatever methods I could as to what was going on. It’s a snowball effect because by doing more I meet more people and they invite me to more things where I meet more people. In the last two years I went from wishing I had things to do and compensating by being introverted, to being myself.
Now if I can only get that brown paper bag to shut up.
