First Things First

allow me to introduce myself

In The Beginning

When I was in the first grade, we had this dedicated day where parents would come and eat lunch with their kids at school. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was sitting at the lunchroom table by myself, and I was the only kid whose parent didn’t show up on time. I sat there with my head down looking at the floor while my classmates were happily enjoying their parents and their lunch. My teacher asked where my dad was at, I told her I didn’t know.

She walked away and I could only assume that she was going to get me something to eat from the cafeteria. While I sat there alone, it didn’t bother me that I was alone. I don’t remember feeling sad or upset that my dad had not shown up yet, and While I sat there alone for what seemed like forever, my dad finally showed up.

He walked up to me with his dirty work boots on and a happy meal in his hands from McDonald’s. I smiled. I told you that story to tell you this, I was 6 years old at the time, and I was not bother by being alone at the lunchroom table. It took me years to love and accept that kid who wasn’t bother by being alone at the lunchroom table.

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

I’m someone who prefers to be alone rather than surrounded by people. I’m someone who enjoys their own company and loves small circles. I love small talk, and just because I’m an introvert and a loner, doesn’t mean that I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m a minimalist who enjoys the simplicity of less is more and I don’t like labels. I’m someone who doesn’t want to be average.

Remember, you are loved and valued

-Nomadic Introvert