I lifted my head slowly, ashamed of my tears. My eyes caught the attention of the window as a bird flew by as if to tell me that if there was a moment to reflect, now was the time.
Formally "Introverted Intellect" | A recovering awkward introvert with too much to say.
Introverted Intellect
- No, I'm Not a Work-A-Holic (I just love work!)Some people love to play far more than work because they don't find meaning through work. They dread their Mondays whereas I can't wait for my week to start. Everyone's balance is different in life. I thrive more with meaningful work and play, others, play more than enjoying their work. Which one are you? Catch me on Instagram! https://www.i […]
- Searching For MeaningHigh school taught me a lot of things about life. So much so, I refer back to it as if that was the peak of my life, which would be sad to say the least. I did some reflection on my high school days and I realized there are three reasons in particular as to WHY I loved those days so much. . . . Catch me on Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/mrjonnyrax […]
- Owning Up To Difficulties and Learning From ThemMy week was hectic. I went through a small break up that hit me, hard. Today's podcast discusses what you can learn from my mistakes. Don't do what I did. Catch me on Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/mrjonnyraxa/ Visit www.introvertedintellect.com for more tips, tricks, and helpful articles! ___
The Quiet Onez 