Being an introvert, I don’t do well with conflict. Any time I feel disrespected, dismissed or demeaned I either shut down or I disconnect.
When I say I need space so that I can let everything register mentally-it’s usually because I want to take the time to make sense of past events and figure out how to respectfully make my point of view impeccably clear.
I’m not mean. I’m reserved and observant. I’ve learned that everyone doesn’t deserve to have a glimpse of my inner self.
When I love you, I love you. Where I was once quiet, meek, and observing from the sidelines-I’m now the one with the brightest smile, biggest hug and random dance moves.
Being an introvert, I’m learning to be me. And being me means being ok with me processing life differently…