inner introverted butterfly

I’ve spent my entire life practically trying to force myself to be an extrovert because I perceived being an introvert as a bad thing. I mean, how could I not? That’s what society likes to tell us. Our world was built on extroversion. We are told that we have to be social and outgoing to survive. And that is true to an extent, but allow me to let you in on a little secret. Being an introvert has allowed me to develop important life skills that I most likely wouldn’t have grasped if I were more towards the extroverted spectrum. Over time, I’ve definitely acquired extroverted tendencies, and I am thankful that I can be social, meet new people, and not be shy in social settings. But as I grow older, I start to realize more and more that my alone time is sacred. It’s important for my overall well-being. Solitude is bliss, baby. It’s much needed for me to survive in this world.

Being an introvert doesn’t mean that I don’t like people, or that I am depressed, or that I am boring. It just means that I enjoy doing things differently. It doesn’t make me weird. It makes me more self-aware. More observant. A great listener. A deep thinker. More emotionally intelligent. Giving myself some alone time helps me to think clearly. It allows me to get rid of the noise and be with myself. I believe embracing my inner introverted butterfly is, hands down, the best thing to happen to my existence. Because I know myself so well. I don’t need other people to recharge my energy or to make me happy. I can do that on my own. I am the happiest when I am alone.