Heidi’s Reviews > Sorry I'm Late, I Didn't Want to Come: An Introvert's Year of Living Dangerously > Status Update

If I ever become a novelist and write “I blinked,” somebody slap me.

Why narrate an involuntary bodily function? Why not “I inhaled” or “I passed gas”?

Jane Austen conveyed psychological depth through observation without reporting what everyone’s eyelids were doing.

I get that the writers use it to convey a moment of mental recalibration. But blinking doesn't inherently communicate that. Pet peeve.

Much like Jessica, this year I have made an effort to extrovert, to platonically ask friends out, so that almost every weekend day, I'm out of the house on a hike or a brunch or bopping around town.

I've deepened friendships and created new ones. But, I do not feel aa refreshed when it comes to Monday morning.

Jessica doesn’t talk about that.

Social fulfillment can come at the expense of personal restoration.