I’m an introvert and I like it.
Sometimes introverts get a bad reputation.
We’re labeled as shy.
But . . . do you know what?
I love that I’m an introvert.
I feel deeply.
I think deeply.
I can pick up on someone else’s mood and the energy in a room faster than a toddler spilling his open cup of milk.
I notice details.
I don’t have a ton of friends, but the friendships I do have are full of depth and meaning.
I struggle with small talk because I want to KNOW you and love you in an authentic way.
I’m able to go deep into conversations and get to know people on an extremely intimate level pretty quickly.
I love listening and I love loving.
I don’t judge people no matter the circumstance, because I empathize better.
Sometimes I over-share personal information because it’s the only way I know how to be—authentic.
To me, there’s no point in having a relationship if I can’t be real with you.
I need time to rest after socializing because I like to have time to process everything.
I need space to be creative.
To love on myself.
To sit in silence and process all of my loud thoughts.
I know myself pretty well, and I love spending time with just me.
I also love spending time with you in a one-on-one setting where we can talk about all the hard stuff, the raw stuff, the real stuff.
And I absolutely love helping you carry your wounds.
My brain feels happy when I’m calm and content.
My relationships are authentic.
If they are not authentic, I am pretty uncomfortable.
I’m an introvert.
I may not be the life of the party.
I might not have a huge group of friends.
I’m not good at small talk.
But I’m an introvert.
And you know what?
I love it.