I’m an introvert and I like it.

Sometimes introverts get a bad reputation.
We’re labeled as shy.
Quiet.
Awkward.

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.

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I need space to be creative.
To think.
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.

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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.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page