Caring for your introvert

Jonathan Rauch’s article in The Atlantic is an old one but a good one – I can totally relate.

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

My co-workers are often shocked (SHOCKED!) to hear I’m an introvert. My canned response is usually “I’m really good at pretending”.

Confessions of a control freak

Ok, I admit it. I’m a control freak. Everyone that knows me are rolling their eyes right now. “Duh, we knew this about 10 sec. after we first met”. I seem to have been avoiding this admission though. No longer.

I’ve decided there’s nothing wrong with wanting things “just so” or trying to find the optimal tea making accessories. It’s what drives me to spend hours perfecting my work, and convinces me that dedicating my entire fall to one night of spooky fun for my neighborhood.

If you work with me, I apologize … if you benefit from my work, you’re welcome. I’m a control freak, and that’s OK.