Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Hey, What's Going On

Over the past few months I have allowed myself to become more of a recluse. I'm sure this has puzzled those who have tried inviting me to things only to receive a response that I wasn't feeling well or already had plans. Confession: 90% of the time those "plans" were to stay home in my stretchy pants watching a movie/TV or reading a book. I can honestly say that for the most part recently I have found going out to be quite the burden and not something I'd enjoy. I got tired of getting dressed up and going out. I got tired of the social games. I got tired of having to fake practically everything just to be around people. Really, the only exceptions to being around people were my family members (as my sister-in-law said "we're not people; we're family") and would on occasion go out with my family to a concert or a movie night.

I figured this blog post might be able to shed some light onto my reclusive state for those who don't understand. I want to explain why someone might chose solitude over socialization, especially after reading a recent blog post of an acquaintance where he/she could not comprehend why someone would not want to go out and be around people no matter how many times they were invited to join him/her. Frankly, I found this acquaintance's post narrow-minded and judgmental. I can understand his/her statement about the importance of interacting with people face-to-face, but to me it is obvious that he/she does not understand what it's like to be an introvert and need time alone to rejuvenate.

Society has long frowned upon the idea of someone showing signs of being an introvert. On one of the TV shows I watched during my seclusion the parents of an infant were discussing the merits of taking their child to a play group when the parent advocating for socialization stated "We don't want him to become introverted, now do we?" thus ending the conversation. There have even been suggestions of classifying "introverted personality" as a disorder, like some kind of mental illness. I find these points of view like I did the acquaintance's blog post -- very narrow-minded!

I believe introverted personalities to be one of the least understood things in the world today, especially in American culture. If someone makes the choice to spend time alone, then those who do not understand why suddenly feel the need to jump in and pull this lonely soul back into socialization for their own good. Since these well meaning people have been trained to only see the benefits of socializing they cannot see the harm they are actually doing. By dragging an introvert into social situations the well meaning people are denying the introvert the chance to recharge their internal battery thus continually draining their personal energy reserves down to nothing -- talk about an energy crisis!

But choosing isolation is not the only sign that someone is an introvert. My cousin posted an article a few months back about how to spot an introvert (which you can read here). The article lists 23 telltale signs of introversion with a short description of each. For those who may not have the time or desire to read the article the list is as follows:

  1. You find small talk incredibly cumbersome.
  2. You go to parties -– but not to meet people.
  3. You often feel alone in a crowd.
  4. Networking makes you feel like a phony.
  5. You've been called "too intense."
  6. You're easily distracted.
  7. Downtime doesn’t feel unproductive to you.
  8. Giving a talk in front of 500 people is less stressful than having to mingle with those people afterwards.
  9. When you get on the subway, you sit at the end of the bench -– not in the middle.
  10. You start to shut down after you’ve been active for too long.
  11. You're in a relationship with an extrovert.
  12. You'd rather be an expert at one thing than try to do everything.
  13. You actively avoid any shows that might involve audience participation.
  14. You screen all your calls -- even from friends.
  15. You notice details that others don't.
  16. You have a constantly running inner monologue.
  17. You have low blood pressure.
  18. You’ve been called an “old soul” -– since your 20s.
  19. You don't feel "high" from your surroundings.
  20. You look at the big picture.
  21. You’ve been told to “come out of your shell.”
  22. You’re a writer.
  23. You alternate between phases of work and solitude, and periods of social activity.
I'd like to go into more personal detail about several of these, but I think that will have to wait for some future blog post...
Suffice it to say that I know each one of these things (with the exception of number 11) applies to me. Some of my friends might be confused about this because of how social I was in Colorado over the past few years as well as when I first moved to Utah. Let me point you back to numbers 10 and 23 on the list. The almost constant state of socialization that I was in wore me down to the point of needing an extended period of solitude. I couldn't take the constant social pressures and expectations anymore so I chose not to be around people in general. It was so much easier to decide not to go to anything or be around anyone than agonize over who I would socialize with and when.

In these past few months I have filled my time with what I have called previously my guilty pleasures of reading and crochet. I have also caught up on various TV shows (most of them British in origin) and some movies. These things have filled my time outside of work and church. So, why would I choose books, crochet, and visual media to be my companions over human interaction?


Well, there you have it. If in the last 3-4 months you have asked me to do something social you now have somewhat of an explanation as to why I declined or remained silent. This is by no means a complete listing of my motivations, but it's a start. I am finally to a point where I will even consider being social again. Just this evening I seriously considered meeting up with some friends and was fully planning on going until family stuff came up... but the explanation for that excuse is for another time.

P.S. - Feedback is welcome. Just remember that on my blog, as on any personal Facebook post, I reserve the right to moderate comments and publish/remove as I see fit.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Halfway Through My 31st Year

In some ways today was a big day in my life. September 16th marks the halfway point between my birthdays -- my half-birthday, if you prefer. This half-birthday more significant that others because of one of the categories in which I am placed within my church. When I turned 18 I became categorized as a Young Single Adult at church. At that time I was living in Louisiana where the closest YSAWard (congregation) was the student ward at LSU which was at least a 40 minute drive if traffic was good (which it rarely was in Baton Rouge). The ward I grew up in had a pretty good YSA group so I decided to stay in that ward at that time. Two years later I moved to Monroe with my little brother to attend ULM making the distance to a YSA ward even greater -- I'm not even sure where the closest on was! So, I continued attending a traditional, aka family, ward. It wasn't until I moved to Colorado in the Summer of 2007 that I started attending a YSA ward (ah, Crowfoot!). I loved it there. The people were friendly. I had many additional opportunities to serve in that ward. I made some great friends during my time there. But things changed, they split the ward, and I became on of the first members of a newly formed YSA branch (smaller congregation). I was excited about the possibilities this new branch had to offer, but over time it proved to be more of a disappointment for me. I once again moved on and for a while I attended a YSA ward in Boulder, CO, that was quite pleasant and rather enjoyable. In many ways I miss that last ward more that the branch for which I had such high hopes.

But, I digress...

Present day finds me a member of a YSA ward in Bountiful, UT, that is also within a YSA stake (larger group for church governance) consisting of about 12 YSA wards all together. This is my first time being in a YSA stake and going to stake meetings where all you see are Young Single Adults -- it's definitely a Utah thing! I have been in this ward for about 9 months already, but I only have 6 months left at most. Thus we are at the significance of today. In my church, if you are not married by the time you turn 31 and you have been attending a YSA ward (especially in Utah) you are "aged out" of that ward (aka kicked out) and sent to a traditional ward or, if available, given the option to attend a Mid Single Adult Ward. Some church leaders are more lax in enforcing this rule, but I know my time as a YSA is coming to an end either way.

The thing is, I go to the YSA ward every Sunday and realize how different I am from everyone else there. There are a few people close to my age, but they have lived in this area all their lives and know everyone in the ward and in some cases are related to half the ward. I don't see myself continuing in a YSA ward past 6 months from now. I guess the real question is how much longer I can stand to go to the YSA ward knowing I will soon age out.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

One Explanation for not Blogging

The reason I didn't update this little blog of mine from April 2012 until just recently is that had several big changes in my life during that time. One of those changes involved leaving my job and moving in with my Grandma Jeane for several months. It was not an easy decision to leave that job with its good pay and benefits, but when I sent the notice to my boss to let her know I was leaving to help my grandma I felt a great sense of peace. I made arrangements to put most of my things in storage or donate things I no longer felt I could keep and made the move from Castle Pines to Broomfield. Because of things that had happened it was easier than you might think to leave the YSA branch (church congregation) of which I had been such a big part, including most of the people who I had called my friends. Some said they would come to Broomfield (less than an hour away) to visit me -- none did. The one time I went back to visit I saw how good it was for me to leave what had become a toxic environment in my life.

I moved in with Grandma in late July of last year, just before the start of the London Olympic. I helped her with everyday chores as much as she would let me. Though I had moved in to help her she was still very determined at 90 plus years old to do many things on her own. I was more than willing to do the everyday cleaning too, but she had a lady coming in once a week to clean the house and would therefore get upset with me when she found me cleaning. I was able to help her sort through some of her mother's old clothes and take them to Goodwill.

Mostly I kept Grandma company. I would take her to her physical therapy and doctor appointments. We would sit together and watch the Olympics or other programs she enjoyed. I suppose I could have updated this blog periodically while watching television, but if I was ever doing something on my phone or computer while the TV was on Grandma would ask what I was doing and want to know why I wasn't giving my complete attention to the television. She could kind of understand how I could divide my attention if I was working on one of my crochet projects since that was mostly my hands doing the work and not so much my brain, but computer and television at the same time was practically a no-no. I very quickly got tired of trying to explain my multitasking and just enjoyed my time with Grandma.

The hardest part about living with Grandma though was slowly watching her decline. Those who were not there everyday like I was or every few days like my Aunt Jane could not see this decline. When others would come for a short visit Grandma would hide her pain, discomfort, and forgetfulness pretending that everything was perfectly normal until they were gone. Because I was there I knew she was forgetting things like taking her medication properly or if the dog had already been fed (not that Megan ever minded being fed again). Grandma would often go back into her office to "clean off the desk" but would get so bogged down in all the junk mail that she would insist on reading that it rarely ever got better. Sometimes I would sneak things out to the garbage or recycling just so she wouldn't try to save what really should be thrown out!

Finally, it came time for me to admit that I had done all I could do for her. I'd managed to get my mom to see that Grandma really needed more professional help. I took Grandma to a nearby assisted living facility a couple of times just to get an idea of the setup and cost. Meanwhile, we'd discovered that her artificial hips (which were 25 plus years old) were failing and replacing them would mean a difficult surgery that she likely couldn't survive. Walking became more difficult and painful for her until the day before her 91st birthday she could not put weight on her leg and had to start using a wheelchair.

It was difficult to watch this slow deterioration, but I am very grateful for the time I got to spend with Grandma Jeane. The things I learned about her life while I was with her are things I will cherish all my life.

Katie and Grandma visiting last August before Ryan left for his new job in Seattle

Blowing out the candles for her 91st birthday

I'm so glad I'm named after my Grandma Jeane!

Monday, August 5, 2013

What Happened to the Rest of 2012: An Update in Pictures

If there is anyone out there who still follows this little blog of mine you may be interested in what has happened since I last wrote over a year ago. Here are a few highlights in pictures:

The Wedding of My Younger Brother (18 May 2012)



Me and my favorite guy!



The Happy Couple



The original Baron Seven

The Baron Seven plus additions

All the "siblings"

The whole wedding crew (Jensen and Baron Families)







Nothing comes between me and my canoli









The happy couple leaving the reception


A Family Reunion (Early September 2012)





The Wedding of My Older Brother (15 December 2012)

Ryan in his awesome, authentic kilt





The Happy Couple

The original Baron Seven

Everyone from the Baron Side

The whole wedding crew (Wientjes and Baron Families)

The Baron Seven plus additions

Me and My Favorite Guy again



The Ring Ceremony







Dancing the Night Away


This is only a little of what took place the rest of last year. I'd put more, but it has gotten to the point that if I am ever going to post another blog I better get these highlights out there or I will continue putting it off. Perhaps I can do another one soon on other things that happened. I have some other ideas that I want to write about and put out into the blog-o-sphere as well so keep an eye out for more to come.