Impossible. I was an introvert. Shy around people. I hid in the corner at parties. That’s always been my story.
But I wasn’t expecting psychology to pop up in an article about marketing books, and without my preconceived notions in place, images sprang to mind spontaneously. In yoga I’m the class clown. I have a lot to say in my book group. I’m chatty in my writing group. Even going to the dentist makes me happy. On the other hand, when I’m at home alone, slogginess sets in. I wander from room to room, trying to figure out what I’m supposed to be doing.
It turns out I’m a different person than the label I’d assigned myself.
This is going to ruin my brooding author image.
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