social anxiety

Taking action on the stuff that scares me

July 13, 2010

ShareA few months ago, I asked my friends on Facebook to describe me. I was surprised to see the words brave and courageous show up in their assessments. Shocked even. Because I’m the world’s biggest fraidy cat. share:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itTell a friend

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Introvert survival techniques from the trenches

June 22, 2010

ShareA few months ago, Joe invited me on a road trip “home” with him to Ontario to meet his friends and (rather large) family. The trip would take 6 days by car each way and we would stay in Ontario for a week with one of his (many) sisters. My first thought was “How the [...]

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Growing to accept my feet

May 10, 2010

ShareThese are my feet. Cute, huh? For most of my life I hated my feet. Hated them. Thought I owned the ugliest set of feet in the whole entire world. Fred Flintstone feet, I called them. I would compare my feet to other feet. And found mine lacking. Too big. Too fat. And what’s with [...]

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I know you! I read your blog!

March 23, 2010

ShareOne of the things I love about blogging – both reading and writing – is the depth at which we can communicate. I am a big time introvert. But I can yap, yap, yap here on the blog – because I can take time to formulate my thoughts and string them together in a way [...]

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Pajama experiment results: 9/10 speakers surveyed sleep naked

March 8, 2010

ShareI did it! I wore pajamas to all 3 days of the Lady and the Champs speakers’ conference. They did not throw me out. I was not (completely) rejected. And I was not assimilated. Rest assured that if I use any corporate jargon, it’s only to make fun of it. What happened? Here are the [...]

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Announcing my intention, asking for what I want and doing it all wrong

February 28, 2010

ShareAck. Even the title makes me want to run and hide under the bed (if I had a bed, that is). Why is it that I can publicly proclaim that I fucked up my life, that I struggle with depression and tend to drink a tad much…but when it comes to making a simple announcement [...]

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