...that's me in the spotlight, losing my religion...that R.E.M. song is one of my favorites. I have been doing a lot of soul searching about what skin I am the most confortable living in. I have talked before about my childhood being raised by 2 extroverts. Being an introvert was not a respected place to live in my family.
To most people I am an extrovert. I can talk to complete strangers. I can move people to try things that are fun. I appear to be a natural conversationalist. But in reality I am an introvert. Everytime I say it I get a thrill. Because it feels right.
Given a big party and I will put forth all that is needed, but by the end I am exhausted. I like more intimate gatherings with quiet coversation. I love to talk to strangers, one on one...but talking in front of a large group, although I can easily perform...I am exhausted.
I have played the role of an extrovert so long that if I am with family or friends and I am quiet most are concerned that something is wrong. In reality I am OK with being quiet. In fact I need quiet.
Recently reading an article, "In Praise of Introverts" I had one aha moment after another. I recognized myself and more importantly I was happy who I saw.
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