Everybody thinks I’m an Extrovert because I’m pretty loud and energetic and sort of funny. I talk a lot and have opinions about everything. You don’t even have to ask me and I’ll give mine to you. Actually my Myers Briggs score is pretty evenly split Introvert/Extrovert, which is weird. I tell people that I think I wear the mask of an Extrovert as a coping mechanism.  I hate large cocktail type parties, but I know how to do them and have learned over the years to be able to do them. Well, even. But in the car with Will before we walk in the party, I’m a mess.  Moaning and groaning about how I wish we didn’t have to go, calculating an exit plan complete with hand signals and eye contact. Often once I get there, I enjoy myself. Liquid courage maybe…

On the inside I’m a true Introvert. I recharge my batteries by being quiet and ALONE. If I have more than a few days of people activity, I’m desperate for solitude. In our family, because several of us share this introversion thing, we say “I’m peopled out!” Today is one of those days for me. This week’s been really busy, we’ve had things every night, and our days have been full. I have travel plans Sunday and Monday, and then again on Thursday of next week. I know myself well enough to know that between now and Sunday, I’m going to need to lay low. There will be reading and knitting and cooking and walking and maybe some napping this weekend. The blessing of these next couple of quiet days is not lost on me.

Hope your weekend, whatever it holds, brings you joy and contentment!