Daily Archives: January 11, 2015

Why I became an extrovert…

To me, nothing sounds more enjoyable or relaxing than hiding under my covers all day. Alone.

I am an introvert.

People make me nervous. My anxiety used to flare up causing me to have panic attacks and hyperventilating to the point of sobbing and the inability to breath.

I am an introvert.

 

But you would never be able to tell if you looked at my life now. I am an introvert, who forced myself to become an extrovert. It all started with my job choice. I knew that people scared me. Specifically, that talking to people I didn’t know scared me. So I became a waitress. Why not? Oh, I don’t know – because if you screw up people yell at you. I am an introvert, so I became a waitress, where I was forced to make conversations with strangers if I wanted to make a living. I became a damn good server too, because people yelling at me was not my idea of a good day.

I learned the power of networking, and that life is more about who you know, less about what you know. Though, when  you meet who you should know, it helps to know stuff worth knowing.

So I began networking with anybody and everybody I could. I volunteer to do as much stuff as I can, because you never know who you will meet! Boy, oh, boy – Have I met some awesome people. And I am just beginning.

So, if you look at my life and think – I want to do that too! Then get out there, and do it! Talk to people, meet people, volunteer, and go where people go.

You know where you won’t meet new people? In bed. Under the covers. If you do meet new people, randomly in bed, under the covers… You are not an introvert.

Talking to people still can drain me of energy. As a matter of fact, if I disappear for a day or two.. It’s because I am still an introvert, and hiding under the covers with a good book and a nap bring me right back to that bubbly extrovert you all have grown accustom to.

 

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