Last week I was lucky enough to have one of those weekdays spent chatting to a like-minded soul about life. In a park. Under the spring sunshine. Eating a raw cake. Bliss. It’s one of those simple pleasures that can leave such a lasting impact on your whole week, don’t you think?
Sometimes I just want to curl up under my shell and hide. My slightly inhibited ways could be because I’m a Cancerian, in which, like the crab, we like to protect our soft insides with a tough outer exterior. But it’s mainly because I’m an introvert (an INFJ to be exact). I have a natural tendency to prefer my own internal world of thoughts and feelings than wanting to be around a group of people.