I would describe myself as a recovering introvert. I was sheltered much of my life because I was homeschooled through high school, so my first real world experience really wasn’t until college at age 19. As I came to know the outside world and was introduced into society, I found that I hated being alone–the way I was somewhat forced to be during my childhood years. I always needed music playing in the car or in my bedroom because I was afraid to be alone with my thoughts. But, after being with my boyfriend, a man who cherishes alone time, I’ve needed to learn the art of being alone and being alright with it. And it isn’t as scary as it used to be. I shall try to spend more time without music playing and rather listen to the quiet.