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Introverting


It's been a busy week
filled with
teaching students
coaching teachers
presenting at a conference
meeting new friends
and reconnecting with others.

Six long days of
smiling and asking questions
listening and solving problems
moving and creating
until today
Sunday

Truly
my day of rest
my day of
introverting.

A day of being
A day of quiet
A day in my pajamas
A day of comfort food

Introvert as a verb
To turn or fold inward
I will introvert
to recover
to recharge
to take on a new week
with new
challenges,
discoveries,
and opportunities.


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Comments

  1. Love this! Even the extroverted need their introverted days :)

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  2. Absolutely! These days are a MUST for self-care. :)

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  3. It sounds like you have a great day planned!

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  4. After that week- you deserve a day to be an introvert!

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  5. Sunday - the day of introverting. I like your take on it. You had a busy week. Enjoy your introverting day.

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  6. Sounds like the perfect way to spend this day!

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  7. Introvert to recharge! Funny we recharge by disconnecting the outside to reconnect within.

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  8. I often say sometimes I need to disconnect to connect. Sunday is perfect for that. Enjoy!

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  9. I introverted yesterday. In addition to going nowhere (and talking to no one, I had a 2-hour nap. I felt so much better tis morning. I hope you found the regeneration you needed.

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  10. Oh, I need a day to introvert! Glad you took your day today!

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  11. I will be using this word quite a bit from now on! I had open house all day but was able to introvert yesterday and am looking forward to it again next Sat. After reading your story, you deserved a day to introvert!

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