I turned thirty a month ago. And so far I think it’s gone well. It’s weird. I don’t feel 30, but here we are. I felt like it’s an appropriate time to post something. I want to try and do this whole blogging thing more often. But I feel like I don’t really have anything to say. That’s why most of my posts are photos or recipes.
For my thirtieth birthday, I threw myself a party. I invited all of my friends and we ate and laughed. I’m an introvert, so we won’t be doing that for another 12 years. I enjoyed being surrounded by the people I love and who love me. But it was exhausting. The next day I didn’t want to leave my apartment. I really wanted to take a relaxing bath, but I was out of bath bombs. Rather than get in my car and drive across the street to Target, I ordered Prime Now and had my bath bombs, along with some other random stuff, delivered to my door. Even after 24 hours of solitude, I was still exhausted into Monday. I think by now I’ve finally recovered.
Recently, I find myself getting more in-tune with me, who I am, my likes and dislikes. Part of getting ‘in-tune’ with myself, is accepting and embracing all of the facets of who I am.
When I tell people I know, who think they know me, that I’m an introvert they laugh. They don’t believe me. But I think I’m probably one of the most extroverted introverts you’ll meet because once I get to know you, once I’m comfortable with you, I won’t shut up. I’m friendly, sociable, and talkative…if I know you. If I don’t know you, or if I’m not comfortable around you, good luck trying to get anything out of me.
Part of the reason people don’t believe I’m an introvert, is because they don’t really understand the meaning behind introvert and extrovert. They just assume that an introvert is someone who is socially awkward and doesn’t like to be around people. But that’s not the case. Being an introvert means I get my energy from being alone and that being around people drains me (evidenced by my party).
I am awkward at times, but that’s just me. I also know how to be sociable and how to speak in front of people. I still get nervous and I still have anxiety, but I know how to handle it (most of the time). None of these things, for me at least, have anything to do with being an introvert or an extrovert.
My comfortableness in regards to public speaking is a direct product of the fact that for six years I was a youth officer in a statewide organization and the fact that I was highly active in the church growing up. Both of those things saw me standing in front of large groups of people and speaking on a regular basis. What they say is true, practice does make perfect.