It all begins with the eyes
It's how it all starts... A conversation...with the eyes. Someone walks past me and I smile, and most of the time I look them straight in the eye. Other times, I smile and look alllllll the other ways. Eye contact is an art of timing and longevity...too short and people think you are too busy, or snobby...too long and people get the impression you are a creeper. Most that know me now would say that I'm fairly outgoing, talkative, and friendly. However, as a child I was not. I was friendly and talkative ONCE you got to know me and even then I probably needed someone secure around. I would want to talk to people and have loads to say, but not the conviction or the confidence to do so. Even now as adults, when my husband and I enter new rooms of people we don't know, I am the shy one. Which is so puzzling to people. My desire to talk to people completely depends on the day. Some days I feel filled with the Lord's confidence and speak to almost every stranger at th...