No Talkie Before Coffee

It may come as a surprise to hear that I am actually an introvert. I feel a lot of people will peg me as an extrovert because I am pretty approachable and social. Everyone gets the best of me when I’ve had quiet time to recompose myself in my own solitude. The quiet allows me to regroup and think. The thinking and being inside of my own head is where the creativity starts to flow. This is where the magic happens for me.

Mornings are honestly my favorite time of the day, providing that each one starts with coffee and silence. This is not usually the case in our blustering household and I find my few minutes I need of “me time” always under interruption.

I don’t enjoy hearing the commotion that comes from the news, someone chiming in with their opinion of some else’s Facebook status, a hot new post on Instagram or the latest trending topic on Twitter. Honestly, during that time, I just don’t care. I’d appreciate a few minutes to just chill and be alone with my thoughts.

As an introvert, I do enjoy people’s company, but I will admit that they exhaust me from time to time. Too much “peopling” drains my spirit and that makes me into someone I don’t even like. Imagine a gas tank running on near empty all the time. That is what it feels like for me. I have to set boundaries — not for others so much, as I do for myself.

The sound of silence is golden for me. My mind gets to wander off aimlessly and sometimes I even surprise myself with the humdingers I can muster up by just not doing.

If you’re looking for the best of me, shhhh…give me a few minutes while I refill this cup of joe. It’ll be worth it. I promise.