When I was a kid, I was so shy I hid behind things. Only in my twenties did I begin to blossom in the company of my first husband and a group of artists. Add politics, and I grew a little more. By the time I grew as mad as the Hatter, I only survived because my cushion was the wonderful group of friends who became my family.
Today I live with an introvert. You’d never know it from his outward demeanor though. He’s learned not to hide in corners when that’s what he wants to do. He’s naturally funny too.
Me? I’ve slowed down noticeably. I’d probably rather be hiding behind something again, but I’ve learned that life is better with friends. I don’t do it effortlessly this time. Many of my old and much loved friends have died, and I am awkward making new friends. I’m out there trying though maybe even having an Open House next month.
Now that’s a hide behind something thought.