I made the shocking discovery last year that I am an introvert. It took me by surprise and liberated me in ways I never could have imagined. I’m still learning to navigate it, because 1) I’ve always strongly preferred my extrovert side and 2) I forget. I forget that I’m an introvert and I forget that I need to recharge to function. I forget it, until I feel extra crabby, and take a step back to figure out what my deal is. Then it’s like, oooooh right. The introvert thing.
And it’s even becoming more apparent to my husband. After a particularly awesome, amazing, spectacular trip to Vegas with my girlfriends, I used up aaaaaall my extrovert powers and came home quiet and a little withdrawn, upon which Paul asked if I was OK. At first I couldn’t put my finger on it. And then when I realized “OH! I’m an introvert! I think I need to spend some time alone to recharge.” he was like “Oh right! I forgot about that.”
It still troubles me as a parent often enough. I know I need that me-time, but I still carry around stupid guilt and question myself. I juggle between thoughts of how much time is enough and how much is too much. I feel guilty when I’m just being and I’m not getting shit done. It’s tricky to find that balance.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty good. It’s notable when that happens, because it’s rare. I traced back my activities of yesterday, and we had a play date, so you would think I would be a little drained. But in all actuality, this play date was with a good friend of mine who is also a bit of an introvert. And we just introverted together. It was seriously just what I needed. A hang out to have some company and adult conversation, without really having to do anything. The perfect storm in a way.
So, my dear fellow introverts, find other introverts to hang out with. You might be pleasantly surprised.