June 12, 2014 by Stacy McDonald
It surprised me too. I thought that because I had been a chatterbox since grade school this meant I was an extrovert. I will talk your ear off once we get settled into conversation, but in a large group setting, I may feel intimidated by forced chit chat.
I prefer a quiet room with a few friends to a room full of celebration and noise. The noise, stimulation, and stress of multiple conversations and small talk are exhausting to me…the very thing that charges my husband and gives him energy! No joke!
2. I hate public speaking.
It takes me weeks to mentally prepare for a presentation. Years ago, my husband pushed me out of my comfort zone and I began speaking to women about various Titus 2 subjects. The first time I was given a microphone, I wasn’t sure if I was going to throw up or have a heart attack…or both. This went on for years.
I did finally get used to it; and I no longer pray for the earth to open up and swallow me before I reach the stage each and every time. Once I’m actually speaking, I’m okay. But the weeks (and especially hours) before I speak still cause me a great deal of stress and anxiety. I read my notes about 500 times and tweak them about 800 times.
I still speak (very) occasionally, but my dear husband has been merciful and has allowed me to fade back into the shadows over the last few years. If I never have to speak publicly again, I will be very happy. Is that selfish?
3. Two of my biggest pet peeves are:
When someone is falsely accused:
My kids all know that I can’t watch a movie where someone is falsely accused. My heart races, I shake, I get angry, I fuss at the characters; and, much to my family’s amusement, I usually wind up heading up the stairs in exasperation because I (or my adrenals) just can’t take it anymore!
When someone is picked on:
I tend to get emotional about bullying. Whether it’s mocking on the Internet, gossip, or physical cruelty, there is something in me that rises up to defend the underdog—sometimes I even overreact. Even with my own kids, I have zero toleration for taunting, mocking, or mean teasing. Zero.
Some of you know a little about my own childhood. A full metal Milwaukee Back Brace (Google it sometime) and public school didn’t mix well. Of course, I’m not sure what mixes well with public school. MSG maybe?
People can be mean. Even little people. Give me a Zombie any day. People are scary.
4. I hate tea and I love coffee. But only with plenty of cream and evaporated cane juice. Where I’m from a “Ladies Tea” is more like a “women’s get-together” with dainty foods and refreshments. You don’t actually have to have tea. So if you come to my house for a Ladies Tea, don’t be surprised if I hand you a Latte.
5. I love, love, love writing and sharing about things that have impacted my life for the good. I get excited. Whether it’s homeschooling, mommy tips, essential oils, child birth, the topic of femininity & purity, natural health, or quinoa (yes, I really do love quinoa!), it makes me happy to share about things and ways God has blessed me.
It doesn’t mean I’m telling you what to do. And it doesn’t mean that I think you have to homeschool or eat quinoa to be my friend or to be “holy” or any other such nonsense. People make some wild leaps. It just means I love sharing about what I love. And that usually includes giving examples from my own life.
And when I share from my own life, I’m not saying, “Look at my life and be like me because I’m so cool” anymore than you are implying that you’re an amazing chef and everyone should eat only Italian food when you share your favorite spaghetti recipe with a friend. Seriously.
I guess I was feeling contemplative today. Back to my grocery list.