The forties and fifties seem to be a common time for people to surrender to their inner introvert:
In my old age (I’m 55) I am just plain happy at home with my husband and son and my horses and other critters and my garden. Doesn’t matter if I’m riding or doing chores, I can fill hours messing with the horses and/or wandering around the garden observing what’s in bloom (in the spring) or ready to be harvested (summer and fall). Truthfully I can fill happy hours watching the spring breeze toss the treetops on the ridges, or watching the goldfish dart around the pond, or the quail pecking in the riding ring, or the lizards catching bugs. I could seriously go on all day listing tons of small events here on my mini-ranch that happily engross me. I like to write, so often I write about these things. I like to take photos…and sometimes I post them here and on facebook. And I like to sit on the porch with a cup of tea in the early morning and a margarita in the evening watching the light change. I am never bored.
Thank god for aging. It wasn’t until I got into my 40s that I began surrendering to the hand I’d been dealt, which involved a long and arduous process of struggling, in earnest, with who I really was. And I’ve come quite a distance. Many years of solitude and introspection have enabled me to get out of my own way. My character has finally begun to take shape and find expression. And I am far more interested in living my own life than anyone else’s, even with all its uncertainty. For the first time in my life, I have found liberation in not knowing. I’m going to be 50 in June, and I’m very, very excited.
I have become someone I never thought I would be and frankly, spent much of my life fighting: a deeply sensitive, unconventional outsider who needs substantial alone time in order to assimilate, integrate and refuel.
That makes finding love extraordinarily difficult. I have spent the vast majority of my adult life on my own, outside the bounds of any conventional relationship. Couples who have found happiness in spending most of their days together are foreign to me; I cannot imagine living that kind of life.
I am an introvert as well and it’s tough trying to meet other single people you can date if you don’t have that outgoing personality.
Most people seem to pair up in high school, college, or right after college(or have children during one of those phases)…so if you didn’t meet your significant other by then it’s a challenge meeting someone you connect with as an adult.
As for old people becoming introverts I believe it’s an energy thing. They don’t have the energy like they did when they were younger(who does) so they settled into more of a sedentary lifestyle with their spouses.
I agree. Something about needing reading glasses has impacted my ability to stay out until all hours… I just feel like I can’t handle it anymore. If I’m driving home anytime close to eleven I feel like I can barely keep my eyes open… forget staying out until midnight or later!