Once my friend Janet explained to me that introverts get energy from being alone. I already knew I was an introvert but that definition absolutely rang true to me. I love being around people. I love parties and social gatherings. I love my friends and family.
I also love alone time. I need alone time.
Learning about different types of personalities is fascinating to me. I think it's helpful with my loved ones to recognize who are introverts and who are extroverts. My boys are extroverts. If they don't spend enough time with people they get a little crazy. They are moody and dissatisfied and stick to me like glue. Emma on the other hand, is an introvert after my own heart. Being home alone with her is like being home alone. We work side by side or in opposite corners of the house, orbiting around each other but leaving each other to our own thoughts.
And it is marvelous.
Knowing that I am an introvert makes a world of difference. When I feel anxious or tired or cranky, I remove myself a little bit and it always helps. I know that social settings are tiring. I know that after being on a road trip all day with my family, loving every minute of it, I need to send them all to the pool in the evening so I can be alone in the hotel room for awhile. (I know that's the only way to continue to love every minute.) I know that it's not because of any moral failing on my part that I have zero interest in small talk with strangers.
I am an introvert.
I am me.