I got nothing… but my fella says that I need to sit down and write even though soon I’ll be making my way up to bed for another day. I don’t want to write about my week because I don’t feel like complaining… so when I say, “I got nothin’” it’s really more of that feeling of I have nothing left to give.
I’m an introvert. When I walk into a classroom, I play a pretty mean extrovert but classes only last a few hours and then I’ve always retreated into my office where I might meet one-on-one with someone or end up spending a little quality time with some books. At some point, I realized that my 6-hour daily commute (yes, you read that correctly) was really my need for a transition away from noise (which is incredibly ironic and hysterical if you know what I do) to silence.
This new position is a door-open-greet-those-who-walk-in kind of position and it is draining. More than any of the complaining about other nonsense, the hardest part is being *on* from the moment that I walk in to the moment that I leave with a mobile set to receive email alerts until about 6pm when I've decided that’s enough of that and I turn the world to silence. Today I had seven meetings before 2pm. SEVEN! Where is my processing time?
Last night my fella, who is also an introvert, went out to a Meet-Up Gaming group. I was so excited to be alone because I haven’t had much time alone… but I missed him because he knows how to be silent with me.
Being an introvert doesn’t mean that I like to be alone all the time. It’s just that functioning as an extrovert is so incredibly draining.