I am an introvert. Yet I love to express myself. I rant. I attempt to explain, as if I have something worth explaining.
And I love the rain. I love storms. They keep me indoors and guilt-free…about not having to go outside and do stuff. I get to stay inside. And read and learn. Pontificate via a blog.
The way I see it, storms are a metaphor for life. Life is full of ups and downs, ecstasies and tragedies, births and deaths. I think of my favorite Indigo Girls lyrics…The Wood Song. The Girls sing essentially that life would be boring and nearly meaningless but for the storms that come along. The storms suck to endure. But they build character. And in the end, it’s the storms that provide context. Reference. Substance. Meaning. They give life…while we still have it.
“We’ll make it fine if the weather holds. But if the weather holds, we’ll have missed the point. That’s where I need to go.”
Ironically, as an introvert, my “storm” might be a sunny day. A day in which I must go outside and pretend to be an extravert. Outside my comfort zone. Out in the vast, dark, complicated world.
That troublesome zone of life about which I seek to hereinafter blog.
Well said
That was a good read—and it was so you …..well tbh sounded like you, only more relaxed and comfortable about it all :-)) . And as I posted on FB—just break down and do a novel or something—clearly writing is one of your things :-))