I recently read this description of a character in a novel: she was the noisy kind of shy.
Oh, how I get that.
Gearing up for the Mom 2.0 Summit, I keep repeating the same phrase to myself – icandothisicandothisicandothis.
You see, mostly I’m the Great AnonyMom. The stuck to the walls, wearing baggy sweatshirt, baggy jeans, talking to no one, get in and get out kind of mom who mostly wishes she could just be invisible and get about her work. You may have seen me a dozen times and never realized it; I blend in.
My natural tendency is to feel that being a loner is an okey-dokey life choice. But then my ambition gets all up in my loner face and says, “That just will not do.” So I put myself in places and situations where I must crawl out of my hermit shell, sometimes muttering made-up Mormon curse words under my breath.
I’m nervous about this weekend, and when I think about it too much it makes me want to hurl. But, hurl I will NOT. Ambition has grabbed AnonyMom firmly by the shirt collar and told her who is boss for the next three days. Heaven help us all.