Not Much for Words
These days, I’m just not much for words. But I was watching a clip from when I was 6 or so, and I wasn’t much for words then, either. That was somehow reassuring to me. I do t know why. I guess in middle/high school I was such a spaz (yep, I just dated myself right there). So I thought when I was older that I had become more introverted over the years. That’s not a bad thing at all, and I’ve come to respect that part of me, but it was puzzling. I’ve always been a listener and a watcher. Careful or hesitant at times even to speak. I absorb. I like to take in my stimuli and just breathe it in. So here is a piece where I can look at it and….yep. I can just look at it.