This Katherine, the one that likes to spill all sorts of thoughts out here on the interwebs to you, has been formed by all the mean pre-teen girls, awkward public speaking moments in front of my peers, guys that ignored me when I was bright-red crushing on them and ice breakers that made me cringe. It created in me a drive that sticks with me today, one that nudges me to step outside my comfort zone.Īs uncomfortable as those few experiences might have been, I am thankful for them they got me to where I am today. It was a personal challenge to me, to seek out and befriend girls (and guys) that would be around for the long haul. While former classmates lived it up in Athens or headed to other states, I ventured downtown and started fresh as the new girl alone in the room again.Īnd you know what? It was fun. I won't bore you with the details, but this whole story replayed itself for me in college, when I headed off to Tech without a single pal in tow. I felt more and more comfortable walking into a room and meeting someone new.
It wasn't everyone around me, but I began to know people here, there and everywhere. Another few saved me a seat at orchestra rehearsals, and I met new ones from other schools through church. I had kids that I'd sit with in class, and girls I would gossip with as we procrastinated diving into the 5:30AM chilly water. Certain that they would be people with whom I would go off to High School, then College, and with whom I'd always stay in touch.īy high school, somewhere between my classes and extracurricular activities, I slowly made some actual friends, many of whom I keep in touch with today. When I timidly made friends that year, it was with girls that I was certain were going to be my life-long pals. I was the new girl in town, fresh from the Richmond suburbs to a land where everyone wore Abercrombie tank tops and Soffe shorts and knee-high socks (thank goodness that trend died quickly thereafter). By middle school, I clearly remember being that girl that not a lot of people talked to. I ran with my own little crowd, and didn't often reach out beyond it to make friends. You could find me in any number of after-school activities, and I'd be right in the middle of the action at the weekly soccer game or the Girl Scouts meeting.īut yet, I was never that someone that everyone knew. Yes, I was that little girl in class raising my hand in the front row with the answer. While every person is born with a certain level of demonstrative personality, it's obvious some are born with more of that boisterousness than others. Truth: I wasn't always as outgoing and as social as I have grown to be in my adult life. I will be hitting both of them soon again. Here's my quick run-down of what I loved about the two new-to-me places with my brief one-time visit. What I DID try this week, though, was a host of restaurants, both old and new. Brown sugar and the carby potatoes and the oven did not mix. Oh, except for when I thought brown sugared red potatoes were so tasty in the cast-iron, that they MUST be good when baked like that too, right? Wrong. So guess what? I didn't try any new recipes this week. Let's just say my weigh-in this morning for #WW reflected all of that good wining and dining, even after having chosen (slightly) better choices at each place (I'm not discouraged though - it's a new week ahead, huzzah!) followed by dinner out on Monday, lunches out Wednesday and Thursday, dinner out on Wednesday, and then an evening out on Friday. It started off innocently enough with a regular day at work on Monday. This week was absolute bananas for my poor little Blackberry in the scheduling department.
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