I pretty much love that I hop between both boxes labeled extrovert or introvert. Quite honestly, I am more often than not an introvert posing as an extrovert when overwhelmed. Once back in secure state, I basically barricade the front door and become a hermit for a few weeks. I'm not proud.
In all phases of my life, one of my favorite things is when I am so removed for a moment that I can notice something that I completely would have missed if I had been right there in the extroverted mix of it all. Wouldn't you know, that single moment of isolation might possibly be my most favorite moment experienced during the holidays?
Standing in the middle of my Dad's busy living room Christmas Day, I stopped and looked all around me. In this one moment, absolutely everybody I loved was right in the middle of talking to someone else they loved. And there, standing off on my temporary island, I soaked up all that beauty of that life happening around me.
Annnnnnnd I stood in a circle and took pictures... so you can soak up all that familial magic too. You're welcome.
Abby was an island too.
Perhaps not by choice though.