I often find myself at the center of social gatherings, effortlessly sharing stories and jokes without any hint of social anxiety. But once the party ends, I crave solitude to recharge - and I mean a lot of solitude.
Throughout my life, I've cherished hours spent alone, whether immersed in books, TV shows, or surfing the internet. Facebook has become my sanctuary, allowing me to engage with friends and family at my own pace, like an independent study session.
For 15 years, I pursued inventory management, security, and even teaching with the sincere desire to inspire young minds. Mrs. Ross, my childhood hero who ignited my love for reading, fueled my aspirations. However, the reality of managing all of it drains my energy by mid-morning, leaving me struggling to maintain control and barely able to keep up with the evening load.
Looking back, I wish I had known three critical things before embarking on my current occupation: the extroverted nature often required of those in the inventory management market, my own introverted tendencies, and the sheer paper trail that's tough to manage. It's like being in air traffic control. Not that I've done that. Maybe I should have chosen to be a flight attendant. Ugh!
Discovering a book that explained introversion would have been invaluable during my teenage years. It turns out that I possess extra nerves, a revelation unearthed by a dentist during a root canal procedure. These additional nerves heighten my sensitivity and susceptibility to over-stimulation, leaving me feeling exhausted.
To add to the mix, caffeine affects me dramatically, keeping me awake for hours on end. With an early start to my day to drive my husband to work, I've had to establish a strict cutoff time for consuming Coke to avoid restless nights.
So, fellow reader, do you also identify as an introvert?
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