ABOUT

Under all the cool and put-together exterior that is me, my inner world is everything but that. Also, I'm joking. I've never been cool, and the only time I look put-together is at a job interview. As an introvert, the most intriguing aspect of myself is what lurks below the surface. Most will never know. Some of my closest friends don't know either, though I doubt they would be surprised at any of my admissions.

I suspect a person's first impression of me would go something like this:

Weird. What a nincompoop. 

A title is born.

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When the inspiration grabs hold and refuses to let go, I obsessively write on the observations and curiosities about the world around me. When I'm feeling brave, I will share with those closest to me. The first time it occurred to me that my writing might actually be useful other than amusing myself came after my father finished reading a rant of mine. "Hang onto that. You never know, but it might do someone good some day."

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Years passed and life happened. Marriage, babies, and bills would preoccupy my thoughts most days. Writing was a thing of the past. Albeit a midlife crisis or a planetary shift, (really a benign suggestion from a friend) I decided on creating this blog to share my thoughts with you. Yes, I know. It's incredibly vain.

Sincerely though, if there might be a way to reach those who also skirt on the edge of what most consider normal, or for those whom feel like outcasts in their own world, than I say "Welcome friend." 

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Take some time to explore Introspections of a Nincompoop, read something interesting, and feel free to reach out if you would like to collaborate on a project together.