Embarrisingly enough

I am a dork. There, I said it, I feel better for getting it off of my chest. I am embarrassing, I do weird things, I make strange noises, I am weird to the tenth degree, I am a dork. I was reminded of this yesterday at work. I am a facilitator it is kind of like being a camp counselor

but... all year long, and also I have to be knowledgeable about a plethora of topics mostly centered around leadership. Yesterday though, was a big day on campus and this is a huge visitor weekend, so we had groups of twenty all day- but they were high school students and we started at eight and they were tired, and cranky and, well, you can picture it. I however LOVE my job, especially when I am working with high school students because that means they are going to be cranky and cool, and I have to be overly weird and loud and dorky to get them to come out of their shell. The problem is some other form of me takes over and I am not Caitlin anymore. I am some alternate being. A strange combination of light and giggles and bouncy peppy movements and strange expressions.

When it was over I reflected and there was this moment where I thought "wow, did I really just do all of that?" I did. And the truth is, I think this alternate being might be who I actually am. this might be why I feel strange compulsions to dance around when I am bored, or talk to the puppy like he is totally aware of what I am saying in my fluffy happy voice. Maybe, just maybe, dorky Caitlin is the only REAL Caitlin there is, and maybe quiet sit down and pay attention in class and be serious all the time Caitlin is the fake. I think it must be this way because I just worked again, and now that I have to switch back over to serious Caitlin... I am doing this instead :]

Happy Saturday!