4 Tips to Get Out of an Introvert Funk

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I’ve heard the terms introvert and extrovert for years but never really gave them much thought.  What were they?  What are the differences in them?  Is there a scale?  Can someone be in the middle or are they either one or the other?  I clearly had so many questions.

It wasn’t until I took Psychology of the Personality that I fully grasped the concept.  It was clear, I’m an introvert.  Don’t get me wrong, there are times when I’m social.  However, I should also mention I’m a Pisces (just more evidence of my introverted nature).  But is this something I inherited or something that happened because of what has happened in my life?

Nature versus nurture is an age-old question.  I don’t remember being overly shy as a kid, but more reserved than some of my classmates.  Sure, once I get comfortable with someone or a group of people, I’m more talkative.  However, the initial meeting is usually awkward for me.

Becoming an adult and especially being interested in the marketing field, I was told you should have an elevator speech (who I am, what I do, and why I do it).  My thought?  “Why would I have an elevator speech when I don’t talk to strangers?”  I guess my mother’s speech of “Don’t talk to strangers” really stuck.  Really, REALLY stuck.

Some days are harder than others to be social.  I wouldn’t say I’m socially awkward, just quieter at first.  Job interviews have proven to be difficult.  Sometimes I even turn my phone off.  So the goal of this post is to acknowledge it and do something about it.

Tweet: What’s the best way to get out of an introvert funk? What’s the best way to get out of an introvert funk?

Here’s some things I found work best for me:

Don’t sulk. Oh man.  The only thing I want to do is turn on Netflix and lose myself in a season or 4 of Sons of Anarchy.  Unfortunately, that is the worst thing to do.  If my lack of motivation is really bad, I will give myself one day to sulk.  One.  That’s it.  Get it all over with in a 24 hour span.  Cry if you need to.  Eat pizza if you need to.  Then the next day, it’s over.  No more.  I won’t even talk about what was bothering me.  The next day is a productive one.  I found cleaning my house makes me feel like my life is in order.

I’ve noticed being a productive member of society pulls me out of my funk as well.  Whether it’s cleaning the house from top to bottom, going to work, getting an assignment for school completed, or helping with my nieces and nephews, it somehow turns my blues inside out.

Music.  I can’t say it enough, music is key to my life.  You can tell what type of mood I’m in by what genre of music I have playing.  There is nothing like a little bit of pop music to get me out of the rabbit hole.

Work Out.  This is such a hard one at times.  The last thing I want to do is get up and exercise when I’m down.  However, the reward I feel afterwards is so worth it.  I have to force myself to exercise.  Besides, in my quest to be a fit female, I kill two birds with one stone with this one.

Writing.  This one is new to me.  As you can see, my blog is still young.  I never thought of myself as a writer but over the last month I can say writing has almost been therapeutic.  And the best part about my blog is I can write whatever it is my heart desires.  Not only does writing pull me out of my funk, it helps me discover things I never knew about myself.  There have been quite a few “Ah-Ha” moments.

Everyone can get down from time to time.  That’s life, it’s a roller coaster.  How you pull yourself out of the downs is the most important.  I wouldn’t say I have depression or any other psychological disorder, I would say I experience life on life’s terms.  I didn’t mention this in the above tips but having a best friend that lets you vent is one of the best gifts in life.  I am forever grateful for my BFFL’s listening ear.

Tweet: So get up, get out of your yoga pants and turn on some music. So get up, get out of your yoga pants and turn on some music.

You won’t regret it.  And if you want to vent to a complete stranger, email me.  I love to listen.

Cheers!

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Staying Motivated

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I’m currently in my first year of college.  I know, it was a late-in-life decision.  However, it took me many years of wandering like a lost soul to figure out what it is that I want to be when I grow up.  I’m still teetering on two different majors but at least I’m starting the process.

Some days are harder than others to force myself to sit in front of the computer and not get lost on Pinterest (I have a love/hate relationship with Pinterest).  And to top it off, I have 2 cats who feel the need to lay on TOP of my keyboard.  Yes, typing gets a little more difficult.

Besides the daily struggle I have with my own motivation and determination for the day, I combat these crazy cats.  Over the past year there are some things that have helped me to stay motivated on the days when I just want to fall into a season of Sons of Anarchy on Netflix.  To each their own, but here’s a couple of things I do to stay on top of my game:

Keep a calendar to stay accountable

For Christmas my sister got me a desk top calendar. At the time I didn’t think it would be useful but it turns out it’s my favorite asset!  I keep a log of what homework and assignments are due on the weekly printouts.  I’ve noticed I like a paper and pen calendar more than an electronic one.  I like that fact I can highlight what I have accomplished.  It takes one glance to see what else I have to do for the week.  I’ve even started using it for when bills are due which is great for the trickle of money that I have coming in at the moment.

Motivation Wall

This was my favorite project to tackle a couple of months ago. I set out to Pinterest (I had a legit reason to scroll the never-ending boards this time) to find different motivational sayings I liked.  Some of the quotes I had already pinned so I just had to go back to my Words to Remember board.   I printed out the ones that meant the most to me and put them together in a collage.  Then, after every last quote was in place, I hung it right where I could see it when I sat at my desk.  Not only did I add motivational sayings but ones about life in general.  It helps bring me back down to Earth sometimes. 🙂

Music

I don’t know what I would do without music. It is the heartbeat of my day.  As soon as I wake up, my Pandora goes on.  There is nothing like a cup of coffee and some Brantley Gilbert.  Some days I need some old school techno to get me going, but rest assured, I have a Pandora station for every mood.  Everyone has Pandora, right?

Take Breaks

Just because I work at home doesn’t mean I’m a work-a-holic. I’m far from it actually.  When I feel a burn out coming, I take a break.  There is always something to do around the house.  Take the trash out and get some sunshine!  Make it a longer walk and grab the mail while you’re out and about.    We all know there is usually always some laundry to do.  Actually, one of my best breaks is in the afternoon.  I purposefully wait to shower until I need a break late morning/midafternoon (unless I have somewhere to go, of course).  It’s a longer break than the others and gives me time to not look at the computer.

Visualization Board

A visualization board is a collection of your goals, dreams, wishes and anything else you want to put into place. Your visualization board might contain a particular city you want to vacation to, the sports car you’ve always wanted, or your dream house.  My board contains a check for an undisclosed amount of money (I’m a starving college student, remember), a white Range Rover, and the tiki huts in Bora Bora.  These are big goals, I know.  But I have to remember what it is I’m reaching for.  This board sits next to my Motivation Wall.

Exercise

I am not a gym bunny by any means. Matter of fact, I would rather do 8 oz curls with a glass of wine than go to the gym.  I never was into sports as a kid so getting sweaty is not something I strive for.  However, I have found these great HIIT routines on Pinterest (late night scrolling) that are short and to the point!  The one in particular I like takes me about 20 minutes and gives me so much energy (after I catch my breath, that is).  Here is the link to my fav workout

Again, this is what works for me.  What works for you might be entirely different.  I hope my techniques gave you some ideas or motivation! ♥

Cheers to motivation!

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Talk is cheap

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One of the hardest parts of dating is weeding through the liars. I thought I was pretty good at reading people and their vibe. This last guy proved me wrong. Not only am I mad at him, but I’m disappointed in myself for not seeing it.

You live and you learn, I guess.  I just feel like I’ve done enough learning for a whole lifetime. #KeepItMovin

Just one pitcher of beer…

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It’s no secret I’m 30.  And I like to go out because I definitely don’t act my age.  I get mistaken for 25 often and I’m ok with that.  This particular Friday night did not disappoint.  It started out low key at a Scentsy party where we finished off 3 bottles of merlot.  Yes, I am a professional wine drinker.  My BFFL and I had the brilliant idea of going to our local Cheers for “one pitcher of beer”.  Somehow that never seems to happen but it sounds good.

After dropping off her daughter we proceed to the local watering hole where everyone knows my name because I have a habit of leaving my debit card there.  We were successful in purchasing one pitcher.  However, we consumed about 3.  All of a sudden I realize we have a crowd of men around us.  This is probably due to how loud we are and how much fun we are having all by ourselves.  Finally, its last call.  This does not mean my night is over, after all I am 25 with plenty of partying left in me.

My place seems to be the meeting place for all of my friends.  This night was no different.  After making new friends in the drive through of McDonald’s, we were back at my place.  Let me back up for a second.  I quit smoking in May which was huge for me because I was a diehard Camel smoker.  My friends unfortunately still smoke.  In my BFFL’s attempt to sneak outside to light up, my devilish cat decides to make a run for it.  He does this often but it’s no problem because he only runs up the stairs outside.  I’ve already taken my shoes off at this point so I quickly go after him, shutting my door in the process so that the other cat (I know, I’m the cat lady) doesn’t decided to make a run for it also.  Ok, got Henry (jerk face).  Now, where is that McDonald’s?  I’m craving greasy nasty food.

With the crazy bastard of a cat in my arms, I go back to my door.  Turn the knob.  Nope.  Locked. LOCKED!  The handle is locked!  I never lock my handle, I always use the dead bolt.  I look at my BFFL who is happily smoking away.  She locked the damn handle.  I am now barefoot, holding a cat, standing in front of my building and starving.  It is currently 2:50 am.  Let’s call my mother!  Yes, brilliant!  Because she won’t freak out at the phone ringing at this hour.  (Background info – my older sister is days away from her due date so my mother is on pins and needles waiting for her to go into labor.)  In short, my mother tells my BFFL to take me to her house for the night and we’ll deal with it in the morning.  (This is all hearsay because I am in full blackout at this point.)

In the morning I wake up wearing only my bra and panties.  I look around.  Where am I?  I have never seen this room before in my life.  Oh my God.  What have I done now?  How did I get here?  When did I leave the bar?  Where the hell am I?  As I sit up in this queen sized bed of mystery, I see Henry.  Ok, I feel like I survived The Hangover.  I am lost but I have my crazy cat with me.  I hear a voice in the distance that sounds familiar.  It’s my BFFL’s mother.  Oh THANK GOD!  My phone.  Where is my life line?  I struggle to put my jeans and top back on.  While making my way to my BFFL’s room, I am realizing I am still intoxicated.  Seriously?  That hasn’t happened in a long time.  What did I drink?

That next day I was still drunk until 2 pm.  Henry and I made it safely back inside my place with minimal judgment from my mother.  Just another Friday night 🙂