Completely by accident, today I happened to rediscover a post I made three years ago titled “Wings and Bricks.” It’s kind of an abandoned post because I never got to the “bricks,” and when I read it just now, I almost didn’t even remember what the “bricks” were supposed to be. The hint was my reference to the upcoming “anti-introvert” post, which never ended up mentioning the bricks, either, but you can read it here.
Why come back three years later to do a follow-up post for a post that fewer than five people have ever even read? Well, because at the beginning of April this year (I find it ironic the original post was from April 5, 2014–three years apart almost to the day!), I once again began thinking of the bricks that made up my path to introversion.
Originally, my idea was a Pink Floyd-esque “all in all you were all just bricks in the wall,” but as I started this post, I realized, it wasn’t a wall I built: it was a road. And this was the first brick.