Innie or Outtie?

Which are you?

As a card carrying introvert, it took me a few decades to realize
there is nothing “wrong” with me. Weeeeeeellllll…allow me to rephrase that…ahem:

While there are many things wrong with me, the fact that I’m an introvert is not one of them.

It’s been estimated that upwards of 70% of the population leans toward extroversion…so you can see how as a significant minority, we introverts could begin to feel a little like outliers whose salvation finally came with Susan Cain’s 2013 book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking.

So what is all this anyway? Intro- vs extro-? It’s easy to fall into the trap of generalizations and oversimplifications, e.g. →intros- are shy and extros- are “people-people”…

Not so fast, Chic-a-dees; in an ‘egg’shell, let me clarify:

This personality differentiation has to do with how we connect to the world, not only with people, but with our thoughts, our environments, and the sort of cosmic energy, starting at the atom level, that creates the universe.

→Pause for personal anecdote (a cue for those who aren’t interested to skip on down the road)…

In college, Chickens, I discovered beer.

Oh, it was ‘beer’witching!

Just a few drinks and I became an entirely different person …gregarious, quick-witted, open…the life of a party I came to love. It allowed me to become someone unrecognizable to myself…easily talking-small, meeting people, moving from one group or place to the next with gleeful ease.

Until I saw any of those people the next day and ducked into the landscaping for cover. The butterfly can’t go back into the cocoon!?! And so I went for years, living a sort of double-life…introvert by day, extrovert at night.

Alcohol helped me feel more “normal,” more like everyone else. At the same time, I realized it wasn’t sustainable…I couldn’t spend my life ducking into phone booths with a 6-pack (mostly because phone booths have gone by the wayside)...

It was this awareness that motivated me to learn more about why I was not “naturally” social…why everyone seemed to thrive talking, interacting, keeping up with who was who and when and where and what…and I had to consume a couple hundred liquid calories before I even started to care…

And so I learned about Jung and Myers-Briggs and personality types… learned that we introverts may be a minority, but we are not broken and do not have to “fix” ourselves with alcohol, Facebook, or cabi parties…we do not have to punish ourselves with situations that leave us feeling sad and spent.

And because, Chickens, learning and growing is our business…we understand the question has now become:

Innie? Outtie? OR Ambi?

An ambivert? A constant and fluid movement along the continuum? That depends upon the day, the circumstance, the company? Well! I. Will. Be. Isn’t this interesting? It is, indeed, all relative.

The key to our happiness, well-being, success, seems to be in identifying those situations, environments, and people that nourish us…that stimulate us to observe and reflect and also those that motivate us to explore and interact. We can be one and the other, from one day to the next…w/o even touching a Bud Light.

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman

If you’re an extro- or if you’re an intro- having and extro- day (AKA=ambi-)…share your thoughts in the comments section. I’ll be writing more about these personality types soon…

Who Are the People in Your Neighborhood?

No matter where you live – you need to create your personal at will, will travel ‘hood’ of neighbors.

Old school…

“Remember that no one succeeds alone. Never walk alone in your future paths.”

Sonia Sotomayor

You need to organize your coop, strategically, Chickens and because I love you (though I’ve left you hanging on the blog string for a good while now) I am going to (as I always do, Boo) give it to you straight.

These are the peeps you need to keep in your crowd. Ya’heard?!?!

  • BFF – Ahhhh…so obvs, right? Someone who’s got your back…front & sides…shared history, similar interests…understanding and acceptance…a total “no-judgement” zone. You decide to take up belly-dancing…full-on…bedlah head-to-toe…she’s by your side shakin’ her tambourine.
  • PUCK – It is important to have a ‘neighbor’ who can “puck you” when you need a good “pucking”…a clever, mischievous sprite whose impish grin and playful spontaneity keep you laughing at the silly absurdities of living…Lord! What fools these mortals be!
  • MASTER PO – Find yourself a mentor…a wise one who sees the world as you hope to see it, whose grace and agility with nunchucks makes you quake with respect and admiration. Someone to train you in the ways of the world, to help you hear the symphony of grasshoppers at your feet. (AKA-YODA)
  • LIFE PARTNER – Whether there’s a ring on it or not…we need more than ❤️ and 💐 … we need trust and intimacy (look it up), Feathered Friends, not to mention someone to wash while we dry…
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  • B-BUB – As in Beelzebub. Yep. Believe it or not, it’s good to have a ‘frenemy’ or ‘nemesis.’ A little competition keeps us motivated, pushes us to improve, keeps us focused…remember…the tragedy of life, Fine Fowl, is not in failure, but in complacency.
  • HAL – (before he goes rogue) We need a voice of honesty and objectivity in our lives. Someone who will, without ill will, tell us when a pair of pants makes us look fat or our chicken a la king tastes more like poultry for puppies. We need someone in our lives who doesn’t care about our love or approval…someone who can tell us those things that are hard to hear, someone who doesn’t care about protecting our feelings or about our fits and pouts.

So…did I miss a neighbor we all need? It’s mid-term…a supa-dupa time to take stock.

If there’s someone I missed…add them to the list by contributing in the comment section above.

The New Year Has Passed & Deadlines for Some Awesome Opportunities Approach…

The deadline to apply for the Community Leader Internship Program (CLIP) is February 1! Interested applicants must reside in a county served by CFOV and are encouraged to explore additional program criteria.  


Scholarship season is well underway and applications are already being returned!  There’s still time to apply for our 70+ scholarship opportunities, but don’t wait too long…the deadline is March 1!

Information and applications for CFOV scholarships can be found by visiting our website,

Reach out by emailing Jess or calling 304-242-3144


‘Tis the season…

Courtesy of Sarah Boddy

‘Tis a few weeks before Christmas and all across campus
Students are dragging themselves from exam-to-exam with a look
of beleaguered madness,
Their essays are typed in Times New Roman 12-point font with care,
In hopes they will not be caught in a professor’s crosshairs.
Their parking tickets are nestled all snug in the glovebox,
While days of sleeping-in and nights of Netflix-binges seem closer
than the Chapline Street crosswalk;
Faculty “off-contract” for the holiday break and staff in our jeans,
Have not finished our fall assessments, by any means…
When out in the courtyard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my office to see what was the matter.
Down the old stairs (with a handy new rail) I walked really slow,
But still much faster than the B & O elevator can go.
The tree on the courtyard twinkled because it gets dark at five o’clock
And ‘Happy Hour’ at Starbucks was calling from just across the block,
But before I made it across, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Thundering Chicken (who looked very sincere),
With a pronounced beak so crooked and orange,
I knew right away this Chicken was not foreign.
Very deliberate, not “running around like his head was cut off,”
He strutted, cock-a-doodle-doo’ed and started calling out students by name:
“Now, Bettie! now, Dara! now, Oscar and Cara!
And you, Monica! and Andrew! And Brandon, Vicki, and Sarah!
To the Service Center! To the front of the line!
Now move it! Today! What are you waiting for…Christmas time?!?”

As the silent halls after the students have gone,
Seem so empty and dark and frowned upon,
So thundered the Chicken as night on the courtyard fell,
With his wings full spread, his chest started to swell.
And then in a flap, I heard on the ground
The scratching and spurring of each long claw.
As I drew in my lip and got turned around,
That Chicken started twerking like Nicki & Nas.
His cape was all ruffled from his comb to his shank,
When he tilted his head, I couldn’t help thinking-How Swank!
A bundle of green cards he had strapped to his back-
He looked just like a carrier pigeon delivering a plan of attack.
His eyes–how they glowed with a laser-like focus
And his hackles bloomed like wild snow-crocus.
His long beak pointed up like the needle of a compass
And his wattle was red, as red as a Starbucks Christmas crumpet
The stump of a pencil he held tight in his beak,
And the lead was dull from overuse all week;
He had a determined strut and a powerful thigh
That tightened up-almost like he could fly.
He was chubby and plump, a right tasty lookin’ Chicken
And I reprimanded myself right away for that kind of thinkin’
A blink of his third eyelid and a twist of his head,
Let me know I was forgiven for picturing him with a side of cornbread
He ruffled some feathers by going straight to his work
Handing out green tickets and saying “Don’t be a jerk…”
And flapping a wing at every student he saw,
He reminded them-semester’s end is no time to hem & haw.
The Thundering Chicken commanded the courtyard all night
Until daybreak, with his green cards all gone,
Away he ran like a large, feathered, advising-phenomenon,
But I heard him crow, ere he flapped and waddled out of sight,

Merry Christmas Chickens!!