A friend sent me a text yesterday thanking me for being her extroverted friend. While it might mean to be funny, I think there is truth.
Being an extrovert, I’m always still a little shocked when it’s a “thing.” But for some socializing, making friends, being included, feeling comfortable, and so many other things is a real struggle.
I have told my introvert/extrovert story many times in friend/group settings but I feel it’s important to finally write it down
I am for sure an extrovert. I love to host parties, I love to make new friends and invite friends to be friends.
I have an VERY introverted daughter.
One day I was whining. Even as an extrovert, it’s nice to sometimes be invited to things and not always be the host. As I huffed and puffed about always being in charge of an activity, always handling the logistics of an event, inviting people, preparing the food list, asking people to bring stuff……..and the list of whining could go on and on and on.
I was told:
“Mom, not all people have the gift of being a hostess.”
“Not all people feel comfortable inviting people to their home.”
“Not all people feel comfortable enough preparing and leading a group of people”
“Not all people are confident enough for any of it.”
Ok, well dang it. I hear you
So each and every time I fold inward, I think of this story. And while I still like to be invited to things, I try to remember the gifts God gave me.
I look around and make sure that my circle isn’t closed. That there’s always room for one more.
And while a lot of my friends are introverts….. there are some extroverts out there too
Look around and open up that circle