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Kristin's avatar

As a naturally reserved and quiet individual who just happens to be surrounded by wonderfully lively and gregarious friends and family, I often question and doubt myself as if there is something "wrong" with me. Why do I always balk at an invitation to a party and why does staying home and staying in always seem to be my instinctual, and deliciously more joyful, choice? While I still struggle with these doubts from time to time, I have settled with an interior peace that my calling is to love the world in my own slow and quiet way. All the hours I've spent pondering and wondering and learning (I'm currently in grad school for a counseling psychology degree) about the hows and whys of being human, I hope to have pay off in the same way a slow cooked meal does. Only, instead of feeding mouths I'm hoping to feed souls. To help others whose role in life is NOT to be quiet (maybe some of the aforementioned gregarious loved ones!) see things in a new light, just as they help me in their own unique way.

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Rich Day's avatar

Love reading all these comments. My own feelings at the moment have nothing to do with this author, or this book… or maybe it does. My daughter has just visited, and what fills me now is something I cannot give you. But I can tell you I wonder how it is that such goodness, such goodwill, such humor, such tenderness has anything at all to do with me. I watch her, I watch how she smiles and laughs, I see how she hugs her dog. I realize this is out of place for this post, but I wonder, “where did you come from, dear daughter of mine?”. That your soul is so kind and precious reminds me what an honor it is to be your dad. I can’t give you on this page through my words all that makes me smile, but I see her weave her web of kindness and goodness, and fun, and humor… where did you come from, dear daughter? Overwhelming!

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