Most people aren’t introverts or extroverts. They are on a spectrum. When I was twenty I was about ninety per cent introvert. It tends to change as you get older, move around. Some people more than others I suppose. Now, I’m probably about sixty per cent introvert.
Blogging conferences are hard work. I love going. I love meeting people. I love all of it. But it is exhausting. And along the way every insecurity known to man is laid bare. And it continues when I get home, while I’m still recharging. I don’t listen, much. But it plays there like a broken record. Over and over. It never gets sick of its own voice. I’m a good faker though. Sometimes I can even fake it for myself.
It’s worth it. A heady mix of friends, travel, geekery and independence. Being able to stop in the middle of a strange street to take a photo and have that be my only point of focus. And I get to eat alone. And sure it sounds weird to write that down or say it out loud. But doing anything alone is a bit like winning lotto. And eating alone is a bit like winning powerball.
At one of the sessions it was suggested that you should ask people why they read your blog. Putting aside the deeply terrifying nature of that question, I think I’d like to know. A couple of people answered me on twitter already. And now I’m asking you as well.