There are introverts and there are extroverts. I am undoubtedly an extrovert, and like most social butterflies, I've struggled with finding the balance between being out and about all the time and sitting still. But as I've grown into adulthood, I've become more aware that every personality trait we have is for a reason, every action we make is for a reason. So my constant need to be around people, and the desire to always be on the go, like everything else, had a reason. However, I would never allow myself any alone time to figure out what that reason was.
That was until recently, when I discovered I couldn't run anymore. What I came to realize was powerful and unlocked a happiness I'd never known. Here's how finding comfort in solitude led to priceless happiness.