Here I am again exhibiting the quintessential trait of being an introvert: overthinking. If there were a contest for this kind of behavior, I’d certainly be in the running by now—if not outright winning first place by a landslide.
This piece is actually quite overdue and may be three something years in the making. I could have written all this down maybe a few months ago but then it wouldn’t be the same words or the same feeling or there would be a different glass of scotch behind these thoughts. In any case, it’s come to the point where I can’t do anything but put this down into tangible words and be done with it. Not, of course, just for the heck of it, but rather to hopefully free myself from the heaviness of it all. The years and years of keeping it all in do they take their toll and at least for this one thing, I’d like to just leave it behind once and for all. I do hope you’ll indulge me this one rare time.