Friday afternoon was filled with an excellent inter-faith discussion on the nature of faith, evangelism, and charitable interactions. It was an engaging time, but with so much coming up the next day I was ready to recharge by the time evening hit. So after dinner I wandered down to a local coffee roaster, picked up a cup of dark roast, and found a bench to sit and listen to the waves crash on to the beach.
It was glorious.
I often joke about being anti-social. I’m really not, but I certainly have a limited supply of “social interaction credits” before I need to be by myself. Sometimes I wish it were otherwise, but it’s not.
So I sat on a bench for the better part of an hour, enjoying the breeze and the sounds of the shore. It was a good way to find my center once again.
- AKA, “An introvert’s nightmare. ↩