Growing up I would never have in a million years referred to myself as an introvert. Introverts are shy. Introverts don’t like people. Introverts don’t talk much. Of course as I got older I realized those statements aren’t necessarily accurate.
I wrote about my thoughts on the question of if I’m an introvert back in 2015 here and then I touched on it again in my “30 things I learned before turning 30” article a few years back here.
And as the years go by I think more and more about, and I’ve decided I am, without a doubt, an introverted extrovert.
I love people. I love talking to people. I love connecting with people and good conversation and hanging out with friends and family. I love it all. AND I love my alone time just as much. I live for my alone time – whether that means a Netflix binge, reading a book I can’t put down, or just relaxing by myself. If someone were to ask me what I liked more: being with others or being alone, I honestly could not pick. It’s split down the middle, 50/50.
While I recharge best on my own, I also feel refreshed, rejuvenated, and inspired from a great conversation with others. This is why I call myself an introverted extrovert. It’s not an either or; it’s an and.
You don’t have to be or do or feel just one thing. You can be, do, and feel multiple things at the same time. I personally think that makes for one hell of an exciting, dynamic life…being multi dimensional. What do you think? Are you an introvert? An extrovert? A bit of both?