Confession of an Introvert
It's no secret to those who know me that I enjoy spending time by myself. I am quite content to spend the evening at home alone (or out at Chapters, perusing the shelves to my heart's content) when my husband goes out fishing, or to putter around at home with this 'n' that in the mornings before I go to work. I prefer to run to the accompaniment of my iPod, will lunch quite happily with a book, and can get a little tetchy if I can't squirrel away a little bit of 'alone time' on a regular basis.
Now I'm not saying I should be a loner or a hermit, keeping my interactions with other people to a bare minimum, for that goes against the grain of my faith -- a faith I'm to be actively sharing and demonstrating to the world around me. Plus, I do love spending time with family and friends. I'm thankful to have a job to go to where I can talk to and with other people. It is a good thing for me to engage with the world around me face-to-face.
But for me to maintain a sense of equilibrium, some solitude is needed, even if it's only to take my time brushing my teeth and washing my face before bed. That alone time refreshes me. And I could very well be wrong (please correct me if I am), but I think it's something God wired into me. To go against that, to cast myself as an extrovert, would be the wrong thing to do. It would be forced, it would be faked, and it would be a lie.
My name is Michelle. I'm an introvert. And that's okay.
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