Introversion, Azure, and Summerlicious Cake

I am looking forward to the end of July, but I don’t know how to feel about the way this month has passed. I feel like I’ve been on my feet all month without actually getting anything accomplished. Here we are at the 24th day, and I feel out of breath, like I’ve been running through the days, but I can’t think of anything that I’ve actually done. There have been no obligations that go with the rest of the year. And yet, I feel wrung out.

I have my theories as to why this is. 
You could say I’ve had a free summer this month. The youth group I lead went on hiatus for the summer mid-June along with most other programs at the church I’m active in. No more evening meetings, no more navigating the triangle of my life – home, work, church – if just for a few short weeks. 
But, still, we have been busy. There have been camping trips and weddings. A visit from an old friend who has been gone a very long time. Organized events and pool parties with our Bible study group. A long overdue Sunday visit with my grandparents – all four of them in our tiny house.
All wonderful things. I wouldn’t trade any one of these events for the world. I wouldn’t trade the upcoming ones either. Another wedding. A girls’ weekend with a couple of my best friends. Yarn shopping with my mom and – maybe – my knitting club at Spinrite’s tent sale back in my home county. I look ahead and see no break. But, I also see important moments and memories, time spent wisely with people I care about and who care about me.
I’ve known for a couple years now that I land pretty clearly on the introverted side of the introvert-extravert scale, but I don’t think I’ve ever clearly understood what that means so much as this socially busy summer. I’m like this cake. (I know. It’s a weak metaphor. Bear with me.) My energy, my contentedness, even, is getting eaten up by each event, each social interaction. I know my presence makes people happy in the same way this cake sent tingles through my taste buds. Once I’ve given up all my energy, though, there’s none left. I need to step away. Recharge. 
By the end of the summer, I’m going to need to bake another cake.
Dear introverts: what do you do to recharge? 
Dear extraverts: occasionally, I envy you. 
(The Husband and I went to Azure at the InterContinental Toronto Centre for Summerlicious on Saturday. It was a decent chance to recharge before an incredibly busy weekend, spend some time together, and, of course, enjoy some amazing food. Like this cake. I wanted to lick my plate. But, you know, Azure is kind of classy. I resisted the urge.)
(My introversion is among the reasons I haven’t been blogging nearly as much lately. I haven’t had the energy to engage my social media community as much as I’d like. I’m cool with it. I hope you are too.)
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