Dear Future Me,
I know right now it feels like you can’t… Like you don’t have the whatever-it-takes to do what you need to do next. But you do. I know you do. Remember when:
you went to that first conference and didn’t know a soul? You met people, got irritated and started this blog.
you walked up to perfect strangers in a grocery store parking lot and asked them what they were doing and that’s how you saw just how beautiful moonlight and pollution can really be?
you drove from Dallas to New York City and back, alone?
you sold all your stuff and got a one way ticket to Chihuahua, only knowing that you intended to head farther south?
you got back on a horse after twenty-some years?
you got your PADI open water certification even though you were fairly well convinced you were going to quit breathing and die?
you climbed a volcano and rode a toboggan back down?
you created a program to help people become a bit more social in ways that work for them? Then you put it out there for them to accept or reject?
you zip lined across a river canyon hundreds of feet above ground? oddly enough, didn’t write about that one, maybe some day
you asked people to share their stories of being shy and introverted so that we can hear that it’s not just us, whenever we want?
you rode atop a float in Carnaval in Rio despite a stupid number of (or number of stupid, it could go either way) obstacles?
you told people no and had them rewrite contracts?
you went back to school to get your PhD, knowing full well that it will take another ten years, give or take a year? this one actually starts in a week or so
you created a membership community where shy/introverted/highly sensitive people have a space to share and learn about themselves and each other? You put you tiny sweet idea out there because we needed that space.
you learned how to hula hoop and navigate the city bus system?
you stood your ground with a taxi driver who seemed to think he could take advantage of you?
you hosted a Twitter Party and even had fun?
You did all of those things and at the time, they felt scary and your brain was screaming at you that it wasn’t safe. You did them anyway, because you knew it was safe enough and what you wanted was more important than the screaming.
What you want is still more important that the brain-screaming. And you can do this too. Whatever it is. What’s your first tiny step? Start there.
Love,
Me
Dear People Who Aren’t Me,
That quite a list up there isn’t it? Enough to make you feel a bit funny about your own list, maybe? Here’s the thing, I made a commitment to myself to try things that scared me. I took my risks. You’ve got yours and you’ve had your successes too. They are certainly different, but no less powerful.
We’d love to hear your successes, if you’ll share a few with us. If not, go ahead and write Future You a letter, maybe one like this or different altogether, either way, I’m sure Future You will appreciate it. *hugs*
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We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)
Tags: anxiety, Awareness, awesome, Experiment, fear, hsp, introverted, meeting people, perceptions, shy
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