It’s March 14th and I’m just starting one of my New Year’s resolutions.  I wanted to write more, but I didn’t know where or what or why, so I put it off.  If I never started the resolution then I couldn’t fail at it before I began, right?  I’ve blogged before.  I’ve stopped blogging before.  I like to write, but I don’t really like anyone to read my stuff.  I’m a walking contradiction in so many areas of life.  The title of this entire blog is the the Misadventures of a Late Blooming Introvert.  It sums me up pretty well.  I do not like to be late.  I am a planner, a preparer and punctual person.  I planned so much for my life.  Career, marriage, family.  I had it all planned and yet none of it has happened when, where or how I would have chosen it to play out.  I feel like I experience life milestones way later than my peers.  Hence, I’m a late bloomer.

I am also an introvert.  I find my energy in being alone.  It doesn’t mean I don’t like people.  I love people.  It just takes so much energy to be around people.  I’ve learned I need time to recover when I’ve been around people for long periods of time.  It’s been a long road to figuring out what it means for me to be an introvert.  I first took the Meyers Briggs test in high school.  I was appalled that I was an introvert.  I thought it was a disease that must be cured.  I didn’t understand that it wasn’t a bad character flaw it was merely a part of my personality.  Getting older and learning more about how God wired me has helped me embrace my introvert heart.  I love personality tests, not only, to learn more about me, but also to learn how I can love others better.

So that’s me–late blooming introvert trying to take things one day at a time and embrace this life that looks nothing like I planned.  I’m excited about writing again and sharing some of my misadventures along the way.