I’m having one of those days when I just feel like I cannot function properly. I got through work fine, but kept thinking about coming home, closing my door and catching up on last week’s episodes of “The Daily Show” and browsing job boards for a new job. I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone.
My therapist would occasionally remind me of my need for “introvert time,” as she liked to call it. On my Myers-Briggs test, I was leaning extrovert, but still had an introvert side. Caley would remind me not to ignore that side because if I did, I’d get to my breaking point and just find myself annoyed with the world.
So after a week of indulging my extrovert side and bouncing from shopping with Courtney to sharing apple pie with my parents to baking with Kelly to texting with Pradyot to dining with Nicole and Peter, I knew I needed to give my introvert side a little time. But when I got back to New York, I opted to spend Monday evening with Quyn and Tuesday with Pradyot in addition to full days at the office. I did sneak in a run at the gym, which was at least a little time in my own head. But today I needed more. Bad.
After work today, I started registering with a career site, but I couldn’t get past those stupid type-the-letters-to-confirm-you’re-human things. Are those letters? I can’t make them out! I hit the option to hear the “words.” I knew I’d have better luck with the jumbled letters than the mangled sounds. After failing to prove I’m human several times, I banged on my keyboard and gave up. I switched to dailyshow.com to watch Jon Stewart report from Tampa. Then I fell blissfully asleep. I woke up after a short time and found a frozen pot pie in the freezer, which I enjoyed while watching another “Daily Show” episode. Then I tried the site again and succeeded.
See, all I needed was to feed my inner introvert and everything would be OK.
But still, don’t call me tonight. Seriously.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.