Editor’s Reflection<br/><br/>We introverts spend a significant portion of our lives being told to “put ourselves out there more” or to “stop hiding.” Many rarely realize that our love of seclusion is a “personality style characterized by [our] preference for the inner life of the mind over the outer world of other people” (Psychology Today). It’s not to say we never enjoy the outer world with other people, we’ve just learned to appreciate the solace we find in the inner world. Oftentimes, that inner space is a place of meditative reflection, a location of pivotal escape, or a vantage point for us to view the human condition macrocosmically. Some would argue that our greatest journey as introverts requires us to free ourselves from the shame imposed on us throughout our lives. We don’t need to show up to a party to make ourselves heard. We don’t need to stand in the middle of a metropolis to make a statement. We don’t need to host soirees to entertain. We speak through our art and in these introverted worlds we weave, our whispers speak louder than shouts.<br/><br/>Donny Winter