In any case, some people can't be content while unsettled, but I find that I thrive on movement. I have my moments of peace, and enjoy them, but that kind of groove too quickly becomes a rut. I'm awfully rational for believing this, but: I'm a classic Aries. I excel at beginnings. (Except for when I'm writing them. Middles are more my forte there.) And movement.
I had some settling time recently. Some slow time. Some time holed up in my office with my book. (Gee, pretty much the whole year.) Lately, I've come out of my introversion-space and remembered that I like people and places and adventures. That adventure can be real happiness.
I bolted off to lonfiction's place to write amongst strangers on what basically amounts to a whim. I slotted in ConClave for no obviously good reason--none of my con-going posse would be attending. But it was all good. Strangers became acquaintances and acquaintances became friends. It's liberating to abandon the familiar, something that I forget all too often. But I always manage to relearn the lesson, just in the nick of time.