I have to admit, Iím pretty darn bubbly. If you meet me in person, youíre likely to think Iím a people person who loves being around loads of my peeps. And on one level, thatís true. But Iím discovering something very interesting on my†book tour for†Whatís Up Down There? Questions Youíd Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend. Although Monistat is footing the bill (bless you Monistat!), I intentionally chose to stay with friends along the way because I DO love people. And I figured my friends would be a grounding force for me as I navigate a process that makes me very spinny.
The down side of this brilliant plan is that I am never alone. When I wake up in the morning, my darling friends are officiously brewing me tea. When I arrive home at 11pm after a college talk, my friends want to talk until 2am because Iíve been so busy getting ready for this book tour that Iíve been a sucky friend –and they miss me. And I miss them. So weíre like kids at a slumber party — without the Mommy forcing us to shut out the lights and go to bed. Even my normally solitary hikes have been with friends, rather than solo.
All day, Iím surrounded by people. Iím interviewed by journalists. Iím doing speaking engagements in front of crowds of people. Iím signing book after book after book. Iím on busy trains, in long lines at airports, and sitting in big restaurants where my knees are bumping up against the people next to me. Everywhere I go, I am in the company of others.
Am I Really An Introvert?
All this company, while wonderful, is getting to me a bit. Now keep in mind that I live in a really small town, where there are only maybe 100 houses in my neighborhood. I share my home with deer and coyote and raccoons and wild turkeys and maybe the occasional bobcat or mountain lion. I realize I left the big city for a reason.