I'm beginning to think I'm not really an extrovert. I have been pretty much non-stop interfacing with people all week, networking and planning and collaborating. I am exhausted. The idea of a long day at work tomorrow with researchers visiting from another study site, happy hour with friends (adios uterine fibroid party, like you do), in-laws all weekend, party Saturday night. A true extrovert would be hopped up on all this socializing, right? I am bushed. I want to be home, snuggled in with A and the cat and a book or a movie or some music.
Lately I've been catching moments of quiet and calm and maybe even a little mindless mindfulness thanks to the wonder of webcams. Check out explore.org and see what strikes your fancy. I was puppy-struck for some time but today I stared at the surf in Oahu's Turtle Bay and Waimea Bay between patients and meetings and conference calls. I couldn't help but let my mind drift back just three months ago when my feet were in that same warm sand, the surf flat as glass, smelling like the coconut shampoo I stole from the hotel. Quiet, alone, relaxed.
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