Introverts, unite! Well, no, we don't really do that. We'd really prefer not to. And that may be especially true during the holiday season.
Some of us just don't enjoy the overstuffed malls and boisterous holiday parties. Many of us quieter sorts grew up feeling apologetic and a little defensive about it.
We noticed the sidelong looks suggesting something was wrong with us. And any doubt we might have had that it was just our imagination was shattered by those extroverts who thought it was funny to tell us there was something wrong with us.
Well, the fact is, there isn't. We just prefer things to be ... smaller. Cozier. More intimate. Maybe with a little less volume and fewer flashing lights.
The holiday season strides in chock-full of requests and invitations, voluntary and compulsory, that delight the extroverted heart. Holiday parties, pageants, dinners, get-togethers with friends, families, co-workers, are the order of the day. For days on end.
But what about the introvert? Where can the gentler soul find a comfortable nook this time of year?
Rest assured, it can be done. It may just take a little thought and planning.
You may get roped into the annual pageant, but walking home through the lightly falling snow alone or with one good friend can be refreshing and renewing.
Do you like decorating, but you don't enjoy the competition that sometimes happens with other people who have decorating ideas too? I know this may not sound right at first glance but, if you don't like the crowding around the tree or hanging things on the wall — give up.
Yeah, that's right. You can just give up.
Let the ones who are determined to have their way and who enjoy the busy crush of humanity to take it over. Sit back and relax. When they're done their magic, you aren't sweating or stewing, and you can enjoy the ambience they created for you.
My husband says his favorite holiday season memory growing up was sitting with the living room lights off and the lights on the tree the only illumination. His idea of a good time during the holiday season was to sit in the semi-dark dreaming, as he gazed at the lights on the tree.