As I keep saying to my long-suffering husband, I need to hand in my Introvert Card. Lately, I've been all about volunteerism, game nights, and movie nights. The color of my GoogleCal entries is purple. Lately, when I check the calendar it's covered in little purple rectangles. (I promptly get deja-vu for Rothko at The MoMA.)
There is something peaceful and basic about knowing the bulk of one's path. Even if I were to be dismissed from my position, I would still know What I Love To Do. My younger stepson is lucky enough to have known exactly what lights him up in the way of practical, real-world work since the age of 15. I know a grand total of three people in that boat. It took me until my mid-twenties to figure out my path, and it took me until age 29 to make it a functional reality.
Romance was a great deal more difficult for me. I've discussed this at length in a prior posting. I try not to toot my horn too much about being happy with my mate. We're not conflict-free, but we listen to one another. Love is joy AND love is hard work. One of the best pieces of marital advice I've ever received was from my friend Jenny: "Sweetie, you go down the aisle with a lover/friend and you go back up the aisle with a relative." I love thinking of it that way. Romeyn and I continue to have honeymoon-worthy moments of bliss, and we weather the difficult stuff pretty damn well too.
If I were to pick one Introvert Activity for which I desperately need MORE time...it would be knitting. I want to do more creative knitting, now that I've mastered a few distinct (and not uncomplicated) patterns. It's such a calming and repetitive motion. The results of this endeavor are immediately tangible, and it's not as messy as things get when I paint.
Be well, fellow Introverts.
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