I am an introvert, but I realized today that I am not so much an introvert as I suspected for all these years.
Well, I am an introvert, in that social situations either cause dread or extreme exhaustion after the fact. Also, I don’t seek out social interactions in order to get energy. I prefer to be by myself listening to music while writing, or ignoring a great TV series while writing, or actually watching a TV series/movie.
But I had a bit of an epiphany today: I am an extrovert when it comes to writer groups.
I know, right? You get me in a room with other writers and my eyes spark to life, my face glows, and I cannot keep my mouth shut. I very nearly dance in my seat with excitement to be there and share my own trials and tribulations (as well as joys and praises) of the writing life. This is such an utter and complete 180 from my attitude toward other social events.
And you know what? It has everything to do with confidence.
I’ve been practicing the writing life ever since I can remember, so I have a lot of experience to share. But more than that, I love hearing about the challenges and blessings from other writers as well. We have an instant connection–a bond–unlike any other person. Because we have that, there is no longer any pressure on me to conform or perform or fit in. If I am true to who I am and what I have survived, they respect that.
It was so very interesting to learn that about myself today. So, I hope you don’t mind me sharing.