Change without permission.

Without knowing or agreeing to it, I have somehow become an introvert.


I am an extrovert. Just ask me, I will tell you! Heck, ask me anything and I will give you a two hour answer. I need lots and lots of noise, and a small gathering includes at least 10 people.


But now the above is false. Now, people annoy me. If I do not get my quiet time every day, I get edgy. Today, I actually asked my husband to turn the music down. What??? Who is this person pretending to be Holly?


We currently have a houseguest. He is awesome, we love him, we are having so much fun. But. He is always here! This has opened my eyes to my metamorphesis. With him here, though he is awesome, I don't get my chill time (which corresponds with my girls' naptime). So, by dinnertime I am ready to lock myself in the kitchen (which is possibly my least favorite room). I want to scream at the top of my lungs, "Everyone, go away!" The old Holly would have said, "Stay forever!"


It's all a bit weird for me. I am trying to figure out what makes me tick now. I do have a guidepost though. Jacob, the uber-introvert. My husband is the poster child for Introverts International. He needs alone time to function as a normal human. If he spends two hours with people, then he needs at least 2 hours to decompress afterwards. I usually tell people he is antisocial. I am starting to realize, though, that he really just doesn't feel the need to be around, or interact with, other people.


Often you hear that married couple begin to take on the habits and little tweeks of their partners.


Yeah, I am living proof of that.



But I don't want to be an introvert! I want to be me! I want to walk into a crowded room and totally be in my element. I want to stand in front of a huge crowd and tell them what I think so they can see how awesome I am (haha). 'I want to be me' pretty much says it all.



And me is not an introvert.