I'm very much an INFP according to the Myers Briggs typology. Thus, getting lost in my thoughts and abstractions on life is typical. Fun fact: most writers are INFP's.
I swear I must have had linguistic developmental issues growing up because every pause I make when I speak indicates slow word retrieval in my brain. It can be frustrating at times. People must wait for my thoughts to be...expressed. Thanks for your patience people.
I'm in a period of waiting. Waiting for something within me to respond to something outside of me in a more than superficial interest. Whether it's in work, the arts, laughs or relationships I'm still waiting for my life to be filled and expressed in the way it was created for. I'm waiting for a vision for my life. I'm waiting to grow in love for this world and find my place in it.
But as each day turns ever so speedily, I must keep walking as I wait for my thoughts to be changed.
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