Most of you know I’m a homebody. I’ve always been an introvert; I live in my head, and I’d much rather be alone than in a room with a bunch of people I don’t know (and in the pandemic, even people I do know). Being around people, even people I know well, drains me. I’m pretty quiet around people until I know them; after that, you can’t shut me up.
That’s why I’m glad I actually get a holiday for me. Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year’s, July 4th … those are all made for extroverts. But today, Jan. 2, is World Introvert Day. I feel seen! Now pardon me as I curl up with my iPad and some cocoa …
