Confessions of an Introvert

I don’t believe any of the people that know me would classify me as an introvert.  That’s because they don’t really know me.

I am not shy, but I don’t schmooze or do small talk very well.  Heck, I don’t really do it at all, and frankly, get a little bored and frustrated with others that insist on trying to engage me in such.

I work well cooperatively, but while sitting and listening to the back and forth banter of the group, I secretly wish I could go to a quiet place and calmly work on the problem alone.  I tend to be the self-appointed time keeper and reign-her-in-er when the group goes too far off task.

I speak and perform in front on groups, but I am on my own little island (the stage) and/or protected by a podium.

I host parties, but have planned activities for the guests and myself.

I like being around people, especially witty, funny, extroverts, but in rationed, limited portions.

I am working hard to step outside my comfort zones.  Being an introvert can be problematic.  Relationships can suffer.  Although I care about others deeply and often wonder how they are doing, I seldom call or visit to find out.  What do I say after, “How are you?”  So, I call when there is something of importance_ when I know I have something more to say after the polite pleasantries.  But if there is ever anything I can do to help, I am there without hesitation.

I don’t want to remain hidden.

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