Tag: life as an introvert

Tips For Surviving a Business Trip

As an introvert, I don’t look forward to business trips. I used to think business trips were sexy adventures; your boss trusted you to meet with prominent partners, rub elbows, stay in four-star hotels, and eat at gourmet restaurants. I was mistaken. The introvert hangover that follows a trip can be intense. Each time I travel, I realize something new I need to do for myself and my state of mind. They’re often simple little common sense tricks, but when trying to make a mad dash to the airport and keep up with work, they’re easy to forget. Here are a few tips I use to survive my business trips.

When the Writing Stops

When I disappear, it’s not because I no longer wish to write. A scary, familiar feeling makes its way back into my mind; the first sign of its existence is when the writing stops. These words are a reminder to keep trying.

Habits to Break in 2020

I have a lot of bad habits that I should have dropped years ago and hope to leave behind in 2019. I have convinced myself that they’re harmless, but these sorts of things build up year after year. I can’t promise I will replace them with something dynamic, but I can be a little easier on myself, which might be good enough for right now.

Guest Post: Protect Your Energy

In honor of World Mental Health, please enjoy a guest post brought to you by Johnzelle Anderson, therapist, and writer with a passion for helping young people through life’s challenges. Johnzelle will identify some areas of life that deplete our energy and how we can protect it in a world that’s always on the go.

4 Needs for the Misunderstood Introvert

Not being able to put your thoughts into words is a classic introvert trait. Sometimes, as introverts, our needs are confusing, they’re ambiguous and difficult for other people to interpret. They are not mind-readers after all and sometimes our demeanor can unintentionally push people away. Here are four simple needs your friends may not understand.

The Tragic Creative

I am a tragic creative. No, not distressed or sorrowful. I mean tragic in the way that mid-2000’s teens insult you. I am sure you are too; trying to balance creative endeavors, taking care of your physical and mental health, and probably working a full-time job you don’t love.