My friend Smarty Pants once told me that the difference between an extrovert and an introvert isn’t so much how demonstrative you are with others, but in how you deal with being around others. An extrovert, Smarty Pants says, will thrive on and will draw energy from being around others. An introvert will thrive on and will draw energy from inside themself. In other words, an extrovert will draw that energy from *external* sources, and an introvert will draw that energy from *internal* sources.
Yours Truly has been told many times that she is a very extroverted person. But the truth of the matter is that while I enjoy being around others, it exhausts me sometimes. I need to ‘cocoon’ and just close myself off from the outside world. It’s how I recharge, I suppose. After speaking in public, or being at a shindig or at an event with lots of people, I need to shut down and stop.
It’s why I love early mornings; it’s why I love sunrises.
Sunrises are always new, they are the day’s birth. And like, in the moment of birth, when a child’s head first emerges into the light, when a woman and her child become two-from-one, dawn is the drawing forth of many-from-one. Every sunrise is a new breath, is a beginning. Every sunrise is a promise.
Sometimes, I think it can be a bit off-putting when there’s a houseful of people, and suddenly I just disappear. The truth of the matter is, sometimes I get overwhelmed with so many lovely voices, and I have to be alone. Sometimes I can totally recharge just by sitting on my own in a corner for a while, or by walking around the block, but sometimes I need to do something completely on my own (like baking scones, say).
So I just want to apologise to you if you think I’m ignoring you or if you think I don’t want you to visit. It’s just that I recharge in seclusion. Like monks.