I was that blessing to every parent everywhere: the obedient child. I did as I was told. I never questioned authority. I dutifully respected my elders. I spoke when invited to speak and I kept my mouth firmly shut the rest of the time. I went to bed when I was sent to bed – hours before I was ready – without so much as a murmur of protest. I could enter a room without making so much as a wave.
The world isn’t really built around the introverts.
We are quiet; we are shy. We think deeply but our thoughts rarely make their way unscathed, to our mouths. By the time it is our turn to speak, we have broken out into a cold sweat and everything we intended to say has come stuttering and stumbling from a tongue that has suddenly grown two sizes and is impossible not to trip over.
I was recently invited by a fellow blogger, PATRICK STORIES, to give my opinions on feminism. I am blessed to live in a society – and to be in a marriage – where I do not often have to give the matter all that much thought. Still, PATRICK STORIES writes with such passion on the subject that I decided to give the topic a ‘go’. I do hope you check out his blog…