Keep walking


There are a lot of days that I don’t feel like blogging.  You would think that with my complete absence of a social life in a city where I am totally anonymous, I would have all the time in the world to come up with universe tilting posts – but no.  Sometimes life is just quiet.

Snow is on the ground, and my couch is finally being delivered this morning.  I’m spending the weekend in Colorado Springs with my parents.  Mom just finished infusions for round 3 of chemo, which means she’s over half-way done.  The snow might interfere with my long run this weekend.  Work is busy.  I spend most of my free time alone, and can usually go from the minute I leave the office until arriving back the next morning without saying a word to anyone.  I go to the gym every night.  I still don’t have the runner’s booty.  I watched “The Hurt Locker” and had dreams about bombs.  I’ve gotten some wonderful Real Mail recently, and sent some back.  Denver continues to wrap me up.

So many of my beloved extroverted friends would come unhinged if this was their reality.  Thankfully, there is grace enough – and I, introverted Annie, don’t mind it.  Life feels strange and restrained, but not in a bad way.  Maybe one day I’m going to get lonely – but that day is not today.  Until it is, I’m going to just keep walking forward.

This all might sound so simple and dull, but it felt nice to write it.  It’s what I’m living.  I’m grateful.



  1. Hunter on February 19, 2010 at 11:08 AM

    I have finally given into the fact I am a true extrovert… what with Tuesday Trivia, Wednesday EN, Friday Melrose Happy Hours, Saturday runs and brunches and whatever activity it brings, Sunday runs and brunches and Live Irish Music. Oh Mondays and Thursdays how I wish I had a regular weekly activity…

    ps Snow is no excuse to miss a run :)You can do it!!! I’m running as much as I can so I can keep up with you when you come back to town!

    We miss you!

  2. [not the] Best Blog Ever on February 19, 2010 at 3:16 PM

    I like your thoughts.

  3. Jacklyn Johnston on February 19, 2010 at 3:55 PM

    You know, if you could give me a step by step on how to get the runner’s booty after you do…it would be much appreciated. Sometimes I’m just like, “REALLY?! With all the running I do and my legs etc just seem to get bigger?” haha Lame ;)

  4. Laura on February 19, 2010 at 4:25 PM

    I think I know how you feel. Last weekend when my boyfriend was out of town, I spent nearly the whole weekend in my dorm room alone, and I was perfectly content. I did homework, I watched a movie, I chilled out. Introversion is nice that way. But the trouble is that when I’m alone, I’m okay… I’m okay.. and then I’m not. And if there isn’t a support structure/ friends I can call on in the moment when I need to be around people, ALL OF A SUDDEN, it’s bad news. Is this true for you too? How goes finding a church in Denver? Is there a young adults group there you could connect with? Or a book club you could join? Don’t force yourself to interact if you don’t want to, but have a plan B for when solitude becomes loneliness :-)

  5. Tim on February 19, 2010 at 5:21 PM

    Not simple and dull tetall

  6. Terry McNichols on February 19, 2010 at 6:06 PM

    Annie, dear! Please tell me you’ll read both of these blog posts, in order. I thought of them when I read your post for today.

  7. Christina on February 19, 2010 at 6:44 PM

    I hear ya and can relate. :)

  8. Chloe Boyle on February 19, 2010 at 6:54 PM

    I like it Annie. It sounds peaceful. And you sound like you’re at peace. I’m keeping your mom in my thoughts!

  9. Brent on February 20, 2010 at 8:56 AM

    I almost took a big, well-intentioned, but caustically humorous leap and wrote: “You’ll have plenty of time to be alone when you’re dead. Go make some friends already.” But then I decided I do NOT know you well enough for that. But I will tell you that my life is SO very much like that. It’s turned my world upside down really, going from never being alone, to spending hours and hours and hours by myself. Sometimes I cherish it, sometimes I think I’ll go mad.

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