I think I can relate to what you are describing. I absolutely love solitude, making my own plans, indulging in my own hobbies by myself. But sometimes, I get th

I think I can relate to what you are describing. I absolutely love solitude, making my own plans, indulging in my own hobbies by myself. But sometimes, I get the feeling that I want some kind of connection. I want to go to a movie, or brunch with friends, or a concert or something. When it comes to actually making those plans, though, I have to drag myself out the door to follow through and not cancel because in the moment I really feel like I'd rather just make a coffee and do some reading. But if I do make myself go out there, I rarely regret it. In the moment that I am choosing to be alone, I feel relief. But the feeling of regret often comes after it's too late to rectify the missed opportunity: "I could have spent this day playing board games with some new people and instead I sat around my house." I don't know how to fix it other than persevering and _forcing_ myself to make plans that involve other people rather than falling back to the easy thing that comes intuitively to me: being by myself.