A Love Letter to the Life of the Party (Who’s Quietly Burning Out)
Dear extrovert,
You are the organizer, the life of the party. You radiate charisma and curiosity, drawing others into your orbit. You thrive on connection. Your heart is compassionate, and you’re rarely bored in a crowd—you always find something intriguing in another person. Your social gifts are immense.
But lately, you’ve noticed something…
Even when the calendar is full and the laughter is loud, you still feel a little off. Like you’re always “on,” but not quite connected. Like the fun is happening, but you’re not fully in it.
Like you’re missing out—on yourself.
A week packed with plans feels satisfying, but soon it all becomes… too much. You find yourself checking your phone during meetings, juggling texts and invites while your focus slips away. You’ve tipped over from feeling full with connection to others into feeling empty of connection with yourself.
Your body might feel like it’s buzzing from the chest up—swirling, floating, activated. Your thoughts race, your breath stays high. It’s like you’re hovering just above yourself, untethered.
Your heartbeat quickens. Your mind feels cluttered. It’s no longer fun—it’s compulsive.
And yet, staying home a couple of nights brings an ache in your chest. FOMO. But not the silly, meme-worthy kind. Your FOMO is sharp and aching.
What if this is the night?
The one where you meet someone special.
The one people will talk about for years.
The one that makes you feel alive.
But your body is whispering what your mind is trying to outrun: the exhaustion, the stomach tension, the anxiety, the low-grade dread.
Your body knows.
You’re not just missing out on a party. You’re missing out on yourself.
You’re experiencing FOMO… for you.
✨ The Part You’ve Been Avoiding
And maybe this is the part you’ve been avoiding—not because you’re shallow or weak, but because your internal world feels… unfamiliar. Maybe even a little scary.
When the volume of the outside world goes down, the inside often gets louder. And what shows up first might not be soft or sparkly. It might be anxious. Or judgmental. Or tired.
It might be the voice of old pain, the residue of trauma, or the rising tide of loud insecurities—Am I too much? Not enough? What if they forget me when I’m not visible?
This noise is real. But it’s not your truth. It’s the surface static.
But please hear this: that surface noise isn’t you. It’s the static around your gold.
🌿 A Sacred Kind of Space
There’s a quiet teaching that lives deep in the soul of the world:
Sometimes, the most meaningful things begin not with action—but with space.
When we pause—when we pull back from the constant doing—we create the conditions for something essential to surface.
Not noise. Not pressure. But a deeper stream of thoughts, imagery, and inspiration—what’s truly alive beneath the swirl of the outside world.
A felt sense of rootedness. A way home to yourself.
💛 You Are Not Your Trauma
Beneath the chatter, your internal world isn’t something to manage or escape. It’s something to come home to. To get curious about. To fall in love with.
There’s imagination in there. Sensuality. Memories that are tender and wild. Dreams you haven’t touched in years. A pulse that’s yours alone.
And yes, some of what you meet may be shaped by pain or trauma. But that’s not the end of the story. Because the most surprising thing I’ve seen—again and again—is that:
✨ Your core is not your trauma.
It’s your essence. Still intact. Still glowing beneath the noise.
You don’t need to earn it. You just need to listen for it.
And you’ll know you’ve touched it when your physiology shifts.
You feel calm—but not numb. There’s curiosity there. And energy.
A grounded aliveness that says, “I’m here. And I’m okay.”
🌸 A Somatic Practice to Begin
You don’t have to dive headfirst into the depths. Just start by pausing.
Let your body feel safe enough to settle.
Try this:
Place one hand on your heart, one on your belly.
Let your eyes close.
Take a slow breath, just as you are.
Whisper to yourself: “There is more in me than fear. My essence is here.”
Stay with it. Even for 30 seconds. Even through the noise.
This is how you begin to fall in love with your own internal world again.
💫 Ready to Come Home to Yourself?
If you’re feeling stretched thin and disconnected from your own center, I’d love to support you in creating space to listen inward. To slow down. To reconnect.
Your gold is waiting for you. Let’s find it—together.