Showing posts with label introversion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label introversion. Show all posts

May 2, 2016

Blogging through the eyes of an introvert


"The internet is really important to your life," my mother remarked to me one evening nearly three  and a half years ago now during the course of a discussion we were having about the web. It was said not as a question, but as the kind of statement one makes when they are able to truly see how meaningful something is to another person.

I was moved by her comment not only because it's spot on in its accuracy, but also because it's very touching to know that my mom (who doesn't blog or hang on social networking sites herself at all) gets just how pivotal to my daily life being online typically is to me.

The web is important to millions upon millions of people around the world, but today I'd like to touch on one reason in particular why it's been incredibly poignant part of my life for many years now.

You see, I am an introvert. By the simplest of definitions this means that I gather much of the energy that I need to propel me through life not from being around others or in social situations, but from my own personal alone time (or very nearly "alone time" - being around my husband, Tony, for example, thankfully does usually not drain me).

Extroverts, on the other hand, generally charge their proverbial batteries from being in social settings and around other people. Neither is better than the other, they're just different, and most people fall into one of two camps (though there are also some "middleverts", also known as ambiverts, such as Tony himself, who encompass qualities of both introversion and extroversion).





I have, from the very earliest days of my life been an introvert. Not only that, but I am incredibly shy. It's often mistakenly thought that being an introvert automatically makes you a shy person, but such is not always the case, and there are plenty of introverts who are not shy in the slightest (I've know some over the years first hand).

In many social settings I'm the designated listener. I observe, I contemplate, and when I do speak, I often rehearse my words in my head and then sometimes come very close to stuttering (which I did as a child, but usually do not, as an adult) as I try to get them out. Tongue-tiedness has been as much a part of my life as air I breath since day one.

Of course some settings are easier than others (stressful ones I find, especially those involving anything to do with my health, are amongst the most challenging for me), and sometimes I can "hide" my shyness so much a stranger would likely never know I wasn't a bubbly extrovert who'd never been shy a day in their life (for the record, there are shy extroverts, shyness is not something that only affects introverts).






Usually however, my cheeks flush redder than a raspberry (I was often teased and bullied in school because of this point) when I start talking to a stranger or someone I don't know well, and I find myself struggling greatly to say what it is that I may want to.

I feel that I should point out that I do not have social anxiety disorder. I might not always want to be in social settings, but I rarely fear or dread them and can usually get through them relatively easily (blushing and tongue-tiedness aside). Sometimes I even like being part of a group, crowd or party setting, though given a choice, as an introvert, I do generally prefer to be alone or in a small group of people that I'm very comfortable with.

As well, I generally loath being the center of attention (yes, there are exceptions to that rule, but they're rare). I tend to shy away from the limelight, have an incredibly hard time talking about myself (more so in person), and will almost always let others be the life of the party (even at my own parties!).

To many - especially in this "look at me 24/7" world where it seems like everyone is clamoring to get their 15 seconds, let alone 15 minutes, of fame, this can seem like an utterly foreign concept, but I can't stress enough how true it is for me (and certainly some other shy and/or introverted folks out there, too).

Like many introverts and shy individuals, I tend to live in my head a lot. By this I mean that I am constantly thinking a million and one thoughts that I do not say aloud or which I only vaguely touch on when I do speak (and sometimes I quite literally forget to speak at all).

This quality of being has its pros and cons, but for the most part, I rather like it, especially since I've always be an analytical person who loves to think about all manner of subjects.




Throughout my life there have been lots of times when I struggled to convey through spoken words what it is that I wanted to say. Most people are familiar with being in this position, but for me it's something that happens nearly every day of my life (often multiple times). In many ways it was worse as a child in school and then when I was dating in my teen years (I got married when I was twenty), because it sometimes hindered my ability to make friends or be accepted by the group in social settings.

Another element of "living inside my head" a lot is that I often feel like I'm on the verge of exploding with creativity. I form plans, invasion crafts, write posts, daydream about events and myriad other things quietly to myself for most of the day. As a blogger this is an incredibly powerful and fantastic tool, as it means that I very rarely run into anything even remotely resembling writer's block.





Because I usually do not need to turn to other people to keep me entertained (my own thoughts and personal projects take care of that), I'm fortunate to almost never encounter boredom either (nor do I feel lonely easily).

The statement "I'm bored, there's nothing to do", is not one that was ever uttered from my mouth when I was a child, nor that you'll hear out of me these days either. Because quite, reflective alone time is so integral to introverts, we're prone to being creative types (writers, artists, crafters, composers, etc) who often best express ourselves through our things we create (blog posts very much included).

Beyond just coming up with ideas for posts through, it means that when I sit down to write at my computer for my blog (yes, I said "my" here twice on purpose), with no constraints, no pressure, and no one around to watch me work, I am free at long last to say as much or as little as I want. Finally the words and thoughts that have been forming quietly in my mind are free to speak in ways that they might never had, if only allowed to come out through my mouth.

In this respect, the internet is nothing short of a godsend for me. It gives me a platform to speak, and more over, to do so confidently. I don't flush when I write, I don't get tongue-tied as I type, and I don't grow increasingly self-conscious if I start writing a lengthy post the way I do if I've been talking to most people for more than a few moments.

The internet, blogging, and running an Etsy shop are empowering. They allowing me to speak clearly, confidently and happily, and to not have to second guess my words all the time (interestingly, and awesomely, I generally finding the same thing to be when it comes to my YouTube videos as well).





On top of that, while I know I'll never be a social media superstar who devotes every waking hour to telling the world what they're up, the web also allows me to connect with others in a online public setting and to form friendships through the computer (this point is especially important to me when you add in the fact that my chronic health problems often keep my housebound and thus not able to get out in public or to feel well enough to entertain at home).

Though online forums, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and the like can still make me feel shy and uneasy sometimes, the longer I use them, the less I find this to be an issue (yay!).

Through blogging (and my shop) I get to meet and become friends with people around the world. I learn and am inspired by them, laugh, smile and share tears with them, and connect in a way that I likely would never be able to if not for the internet.

In my posts I am free to say whatever I want. There's rarely much in the way of shyness involved, no potentially draining public settings to contend with, and no need to be afraid of how what I say might actually come across (I've been told - and am the first to admit - that I often strike people as being very intense in person, which I think stems from the fact that I try to craft my words very carefully when I speak aloud and to transmit my point as accurately as possible).

Not only that, but because I get to blog from the comfort of my home on my own time, it doesn't usually have a draining effect on me from an introversion perspective.

In fact, I've found it's often one of the best ways to recharge my batteries, because it allows me to take some of many, many thoughts waltzing around unspoken in my mind, that I really want to discuses, and share them with the world. It might sound like an oversimplification, but my blog allows me to speak when my tongue won't.





The internet is deeply important to me, my mom was a hundred percent accurate when she said that, and most of the time, it's hard to imagine what my life would be like without it. Though I do try to purposely take breathers from it every now and then (something we should all do), ultimately, I'm grateful that the web is there for me anytime I want to turn to it.

I'll always be an introvert and I will always be a shy person, but thanks to the internet, I no longer have to be a silent person when I don't want to be, and that alone makes it one of the most meaningful and important things to ever become a part of my world.

December 27, 2013

Learning to delight in opening up about myself


The Roman philosopher and statesman Seneca once said, "There is no delight in owning anything unshared". Throughout the course of 2013, this line and the truth behind it has floated into my mind often.

At the end of last December, three days shy of a full year ago, I chatted about how instead of goals for the coming year, I was planning to try and live by a set of adjectives instead. As January rolled on however, I began to realize that on top of those adjectives, I wanted to strive toward a certain verb as well: share.

In this case though, I'm not talking so much about actually physically dividing up anything I own, instead the type of sharing that I've been trying to do is to open up about certain areas of my life and who I am with all of you here.

I am the first to admit that I've never been terribly good at sharing in this regard. I know perfectly well that this largely stems from the fact that growing up, there was a lot about my family that I was either told to point blank, or opted to of my own free will, hide from those around me. Secrets, shames, and skeletons aplenty sat like the weight of the world on my young shoulders.

As I grew up, I then hide a lot about the horrible relationship (touched upon in this post) that I was involved with in my early and mid teen years. Very shortly after that period in my life, I became severely chronically ill with a multitude of - by their very nature - private medical conditions (though I have spoken at various times and in various places at length about some of my health issues), which one cannot help but desire to keep under wraps and to themselves as much as possible a lot of the time.

I don't see myself as a victim however of any of these things, and have striven to put either put them behind me or to face them head on and survive as best I can in spite of them. Add to this mix the fact that I am, and have always been, an incredibly shy and private person, and you can see why I've never been accused by anyone of over sharing.

That said, I believe that it can be good for the mind, body and soul to share. There's a fine line between being private and keeping tight lipped about things that 99.9% of the rest of the population would have no qualms talking about.

I was raised in a house where one didn't talk publicly about private things or really even about most anything else that happened to us, where we were often told to never boast or brag or rarely even discuss our accomplishments, and so I grew up keeping things - even wonderful things that I so dearly wanted to share with others - to myself most of the time. Old habits die very hard, and to this day, I still get nervous even just posting a photo of some little treat I bought myself on Instagram, for example. Part of my brain says that I shouldn't, that I must keep every action to myself. This is absurd quite frankly though, and I know it well.

I am not that little girl any more, not by a long shot. I have grown and matured, changed and let ago of lot of the fears that governed my upbringing in the time since then. I will always work at being a more open person, and to that extent have been trying to share more about myself here on my this year (and in the final days of 2012; for example, in the my post about 12 things that I did to make my life better in 2012). This year, for example, you've been here with me as I talked about my years of hair loss, revealed my wig, joined Facebook, hopped on the Instagram bandwagon, shared some of my poetry, and was humbled beyond words by an unexpected gift that helped me to better view my own beauty, as well as a very personal reflection on seeing Calgary again.



Vintage 1950s woman talking on the telephone



{This year, and from now on, I’ll making a conscious effort to reach out and share more about myself with those around me. It’s high time I stopped being afraid of letting the world see who I am, what I love, my thoughts, and my dreams. Image source.}




It (humbly) took courage on my part to talk about all of these things, and I'm truly glad that I was able to muster the amount required to discuss all of these things in a public setting. With each previously unknown (or nearly unknown) side of myself that I've shared with you, I feel like I've grown and also gotten to know many of you better through the experiences you've shared with me in your comments here and various social media sites.

I never set out to be, and no longer have a desire to be, a completely closed book. I know that I'll always be a fairly private person, and that's totally okay, but sometimes it's wonderful, healthy, helpful, and exciting to share, whether we're talking about something major like needing to wear a wig full time or something as seemingly everyday as a new bottle of nail polish that I bought.

I've been writing this blog for over four and a half years now, and in that time I have certainly shared many things about myself, my life, my thoughts and my experiences with all of you, but I want to share more and to feel a greater degree of confidence (in myself) when I do.

The support and encouragement that has come in from all of you when I have posted intimate things here, especially this year, has truly bolstered my confidence and helped me to find a greater sense of inner peace about sharing, and I really want that to continue throughout this year and for the rest of my life.

Our dear old friend Seneca may have been talking more about possessions and wealth when he said what he did all those years ago, but I like to believe that the same sentiment can be extended to life itself. After all, where is the joy in the very life that we live each day if it is not shared, at least in part, with those we love and choice to surround ourselves with?