I wrote this longhand in my journal when I was away a few weeks and then quietly sipped my drink without talking to anyone for several hours, it was bliss, and I was more then ready to talk again when I arrived home.
I’m writing this on a plane, somewhere between Seattle and Chicago where I have a layover and then one more flight to take me home to the East Coast. I’ve spent a whirlwind weekend with my extended family celebrating my Nana’s 90th birthday. It’s been years since I’ve seen some of them and a year since I’ve seen most of my own immediate family. Before our reunion, I spent a couple of days with an old friend where we talked for hours. I hardly slept for a week and soaked up all the quality time with my people whom I love so much.
It was a super special week but I am exhausted and not just from flying coast to coast (and constantly adjusting time zones) I don’t really have any words left to say and I’m savouring this quiet (long) flight.
I am an introvert. I am refreshed by being alone and by being quiet. I loved my time with my family and friends, it was a super special gift. But my turtle shell is where I will go to refresh and reflect on all our conversations and laughter.
Others are more extroverted and thrive by being with people. I spent several years thinking I was an extrovert and trying very hard to be one. It was exhausting.
Once I realized I was an introvert and not just un-friendly because I liked to spend some time by myself, I felt so much better. I could make much better decisions and have more to give to my family instead of wanting to hide in the closet. Knowing more about myself isn’t an excuse for behaving in a certain way but rather it enables me to know my boundaries and live fully within them.
Because of this, I find it so helpful to create pockets of quiet everyday. I say no to lots of social outings so that I can say yes to reading Franklin ten times a day and answer all the why questions from my three year old and still have words to share with my husband once our littles are in bed. We’re in the midst of a super busy month of company, travel, as well as a pretty big deadline for my husband. I’m saying no to extra stuff and saying yes to what refreshes me. Sometimes it feels a bit selfish to stay home but I’m a much better person for quietly sipping tea by myself four nights of five.
I realize that is completely one-sided, for the introverts. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this from a more of an extroverted personality as well as all my fellow introverts. How do you recharge best?