Frustration

I have made no secret that I am an extreme introvert with no ability to recognize faces or remember names. But I have other advantages, like a perversely stubborn single-minded focus on accomplishing what I want done—as long as it only involves me and no one else. So I can stifle my shyness and learn to attend conferences and meet readers, but I am incapable of organizing one!

I admire those intrepid souls who see a need and strike out to raise funds or run for public office to accomplish great things, but I am genetically incapable of organizing anyone but myself. And I hate that, because it leaves me frustrated and helpless when I see so much desperation and need around me.

At times like these, I can seek my happy place—my sunny garden—and smell the roses and clear the weeds and drink in the beauty. What do you do when feeling frustrated?