Taking Up Space
I am a true extrovert, energized by people and experiences and being out in the world. When I'm surrounded by the buzz of life I feel alive too (yet oddly I hate loud, repetitive noises but that's another post for another day). The obvious benefit of stretchy pants aside, when I stay home, left alone for too long, I start to feel isolated and depressed. My book club doesn't believe me when I claim extroversion. "But you love books, you read all the time" they say. "You're quiet during the discussion, you mostly observe" they protest, and they're right. More on this later. This past weekend we had the benefit of a kid-free weekend, so my husband and I went to see a band we both like at a new live music venue in the city. We found a spot to stand with a great view, and the space was crowded but not packed, so we had plenty of room to move around and dance. As the band's set went on, I started to feel uncomfortable, like I didn't have th...