Today was one of those days where I felt like I was enriched by participating in really good conversation. These days happen every now and then, and usually they make me wonder why I feel the way I do at the end of them. I’m not sure if it’s something with my personality or human makeup, but there are days when I’d rather not have lots of conversation—where conversation is laborious and exhausting.

I am an introvert!

There are other days where one good conversation sparks another, and by the end of it I’m calling folks on the phone or chatting with whoever is around with courage or ability that is usually foreign to me because I’ve had so much practice that day. Is that mojo? Do I usually have anxiety about talking with people normally? Is it possible to just get on a roll?

I don’t know, but that’s definitely what it feels like. These kinds of days are special. I end up feeling really at home in myself and really happy about the chance to connect with so many different people and have the ability to interact. Talking, listening, asking questions, laughing, and crying with people is so wonderful!

It seems that each night when I sleep there’s some sort of reset that happens. I wake up the next day with my normal self. It’s almost like each day holds the possibility of moving to that strange and wonderful place with people that I interact with, but it is rare to experience these days. Sometimes the wardrobe to Narnia is but a wooden case and others it is the gateway to something entirely inexplicable and beautiful.

May I have the awareness to seize the opportunities when they arise and find myself led to the place where I can bless and be blessed by those I am around each day. Possibility is mysterious and wonderful. Holy Spirit.