Introverts have such an advantage in this COVID-19 turmoil and the isolation, quarantine, and social distancing guidelines it has spawned. So much so that I find myself wishing I was more introverted.
I never realized before just how much of an extrovert I am. Or perhaps it’s the strict rules we have been instructed to live by that I bristle at. I never have been good at someone telling me what I can and cannot do, or when I can do them. I am getting lots done, things I have been procrastinating about forever, but not on my own terms.
I am missing the social interaction we take for granted that enriches our daily lives. Whether it’s chatting with neighbours, meeting friends for lunch or coffee, or stopping into our favourite stores. I miss the actions and all of the people that make them so special.
I miss my grandchildren so much, and their parents too of course. The sunny smiles, hugs, and laughter from the children and the amusing anecdotes their parents share with us are what make my world go round, usually. My world feels like it has turned upside down, with me holding my breath until it rights itself.
Compared to others, my life is relatively good. My family is safe and healthy. My landscaping business may get a late start this season, but my freelance writing can fill in the extra time. And, my own gardens may get some extra TLC.
This extrovert is just impatient for this nightmare to be over. In the meantime, perhaps I should try channeling my inner introvert so I might enjoy the few things left we are allowed to do.