people

Some people are energised by others.

Me? I love people, but I get peopled out. I need a break. (To get back to me.)

I have been travelling for the last six months and I have met some amazing, beautiful, inspiring, make.me.smile people. It has been great but I am realising that I have spent more time with others than is right for me. I am feeling off balance.

(in contrast), My Lovely One is a People.Person. An extrovert in the truest sense: genuine, friendly, warm, someone who thrives (blooms/expands/becomes/grows/shines) on interaction with others. It fuels him. Sometimes I find myself comparing; I catch myself thinking I should be more that way (why? because it is more palatable to others? because it is an easier way to exist? I’m not sure.)

But I resist that thinking. Because being a People.All.The.Time.Person is not right for me. It is not who I am.

Right now, I am lying in the house of a beautiful friend. He and My Lovely One are making meat.balls. I can hear them laughing and drinking good wine. The smells are wafting. I am tempted to drift into their space. To soak up their loveliness. To be with them.

Instead, I stay.

To recover Myself (and to remember that that is ok).