Very recently, I came upon a creature with an interesting story to tell and inspiration struck. This creature was none other than the hermit crab.
While many other creatures on the beaches and swamps seem boasted about not needing a shell, this interesting creature enjoyed carrying his little corner of solitude around with him. He’s a real introvert, a little shy about coming out, but he’s happy. (Who knows, maybe he’s writing a book in there. Haha. Shh….)
If he can be happy the way he is, what does that say about the other introverts out there then? Who’s to say they have to leave their shells?