Growing up I never considered myself an introvert. I was chatty and didn’t mind being the centre of attention.
As I got older I realised that being around people was fine but draining. And if I didn’t have my alone time I would get anxious and feel worn out. The chatty periods were not something I could keep up for long before needing to break away.
The concept of different types of introvert/extrovert personalities is quite a long and complex study. Not what this post is about.
I think many people consider being introverted a negative thing. If it cripples human interaction and turns you into a hermit, then sure, that’s an issue. But for me, I just really enjoy being alone. The same way I enjoy being around people from time to time.
Daniel doesn’t count as “people” for me. Being around my husband is not a drain. In fact, he helps recharge me. Every once in a while though, like today, I’m alone. All day. Left to my own devices and I’ll tell you, it’s quite something.
There’s so pressure, no rush, no needing to entertain. Pure brain recharge and soul restoring alone time. I cleaned the house until I was sweating in this summer heat. Then I watched a movie, had a small nap, ate a little meal and soaked in the tub before settling in to watch Harry Potter.
I’m not lonely. Not sad. Just content.
Do you like alone time or thrive on human interaction? I’m interested.
Chat soon (and welcome to 2015!)