It felt like it was time for a Vintage Confession. This felt especially relevant to me as I have spent a fair amount of time socializing in the little bit of spare time that I do have. It’s both tiring and very necessary at the same time. Anyway, I’ll stop talking now. Enjoy!
I have been so social over these last few days, it’s a little ridiculous. I’ve been out and about almost every single day this week. My Little Inner Introvert is screaming and asking why I’m going out for coffee with a friend again instead of staying home and reading a good book.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved getting to spend time with some really great people and catching up with old friends. On the same token, there’s nothing wrong with staying home and reading a good book. But the bigger thing for me is that I’m being stretched out of my comfort zone — and sometimes it’s not fun.
I am beyond grateful for those who I call my friends. I’m just as grateful if not more grateful for the jerks that helped me become a better person. However, at the end of the day I’m still very introverted and need my space.
Now if you know me personally, you know how much I like to talk. So the whole introverted thing seems a bit ridiculous and hilarious. But being introverted does not always mean that a person is shy, awkward, and quiet. Introversion refers to how an individual gains energy and how they process things. The reason I am an introvert – despite my loquacious tendencies – is that when I’m tired, I need to be by myself to recharge and the last thing I want to do is be in a large group of people. More often than not I’m very content with being by myself for extended periods of time.
I know many many people who are true extroverts. They’re energy levels are constantly off the charts and while sometimes it can be a lot, I’m grateful for them because they cause me to not always keep things bottled up. My extroverted friends push me out of my comfort zone and I’m forced to confront the negative aspects of my introversion. (I won’t get into those now. That’s another post for another time)
My whole point to this is that I need to be pushed out of my comfort zone in order to make me stronger. I can’t get so comfortable in my ways and habits that I’m not open to change and realize that I’m constantly evolving as a person. Constantly stretching means that I’m one day gonna be able to touch my toes. Growth is good. Change is necessary. Being stretched is good.
That being said, it’s time for coffee and good chats.
‘Til Next Time,
Peace & Harmonies