I’m one of those rare people who sit squarely in between introvert and extrovert. I’ve taken about a million personality tests (thanks, in part, to my masters degree in counseling) and I’m always right in the middle of those two classifications. Those “results” make sense to me because I can walk into new places and introduce myself to strangers (and enjoy the experience), I am energized by unknown settings and social circles, and I love the adrenaline of standing up in front of a huge crowd to speak at a conference or other event. BUT I also love intimate connections and aloneness and family time. I want newness and variety, but I also want the sameness and familiarity of my brown leather chair, family walks after dinnertime, snuggles with my daughter in the morning, the click-clacking of my fingers on my laptop keyboard as I write in solitude.
I am a social butterfly in some settings (yes, I was the student body president and the homecoming queen of my small town high school), but – other times – I am quiet, thoughtful, analytic, watchful.
One thing is certain, however. I always love coming home. I love being here – comfortable, relaxed, doing mundane routines with my baby girl and my handsome husband by my side. Home is a haven and, in many ways, I am the biggest homebody of all.
This weekend is all about house stuff – entertaining, cleaning, living in, maintaining the four walls that surround us, and being thankful for this space to call our own.
YOUR TURN: Are you more of an extrovert or an introvert? Do you relish the comfort of homes or do you gravitate toward the social scene? Are you energized by big crowds or by quiet moments?