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.

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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

Kaleigh Christensen

Kaleigh is a stay at home mom, wife, and former Kindergarten teacher. In her spare time she loves to write about the things that matter. She shares real and honest vulnerability about the ups and downs of motherhood, marriage, infertility, miscarriage, and just plain life. She loves to inspire others to find the beauty mixed in with the mess of life. To read more of her writings, like her Facebook page, Messy Footprints, @MessyFootprints