Last winter, my sister forwarded me an article that resonated deeply with me, captioning it with, “This is so you.” It delved into the concept of being an ambivert—someone who exists between the spectrum of introversion and extroversion. Sometimes, you thrive in social settings and are full of energy, while other times, you need solitude to recharge, feeling drained by too much interaction.
On the surface, it seems simple: you enjoy socializing but occasionally require your own space. You seek connection and conversation, yet at times, you feel the urgent need to retreat and recuperate. However, this balance can become complicated, especially when surrounded by extroverted friends or lively children who demand constant social engagement.
My kids thrive on interaction; they revel in excitement and are eager to participate in all activities. More often than not, I find myself pulling them away from social gatherings, as they are reluctant for the fun to end. After a weekend packed with events, they bounce back, brimming with energy, while I’m left yearning for a quiet corner, armed with a book and a glass of wine.
The struggle of being an ambivert lies in not knowing when you will hit your limit. The transition from extrovert to introvert can be swift and unavoidable. You sense it approaching, almost like a tidal wave, but you can’t stave off the urge to withdraw. Whether at a family gathering or a lively party, when the need for solitude arises, you find it impossible to maintain your extroverted façade.
This isn’t about feeling upset with those around you; rather, it’s akin to running out of fuel—your emotional tank is empty, and you need to recharge to be fully present for the next social encounter. A close friend of mine, who embodies extroversion, shared how she derives energy from physical touch and engaging conversations. She thrives amidst the buzz of social activity, radiating joy. Sometimes, I wish I could emulate that, especially for my three energetic children. Yet, I’ve come to accept that I can’t be “on” all the time—I have my limits.
I may come off as aloof or moody, but this is merely me, visibly shutting down when I’ve reached my threshold. It’s not a reflection of anyone else’s actions; my body and mind simply signal it’s time to step back.
In college, I often faced confusion over my social stamina. I would eagerly prepare for a night out, reveling in the anticipation with friends. Yet, sometimes, after the pre-party excitement, I found myself longing for the comfort of my bed and a good book. Other times, I could party all night but would need to retreat into solitude the following day, leading friends to question if I was upset with them. I wasn’t; I simply needed a breather.
Fast forward two decades, and I’ve learned to recognize and navigate my ambivert tendencies. I can now acknowledge when my time is running out, saying, “Okay, I’m about to turn into a pumpkin.” My children and those close to me understand this cue. Although it may seem selfish to some, I embrace who I am at 41 and accept that I won’t fundamentally change. Thankfully, my kids are becoming more attuned to my needs as they grow older, often offering a comforting hug without the necessity for conversation. They accept my personality, recognizing that it contributes to the best version of me.
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