Sometimes I felt like I was living in the movie Groundhog Day, but I was always backstage at the Tony Awards. Every night the same show, with the words, "wait, can I do that one more time" coming from my daughter's mouth as she pleaded for another do over.
When you move to a new town as an adult, it can be very tough to break into already existing friendships and cliques. One of the most important things you can do to help is to reach out to people with similar interests and values. This requires you to override both your reticence and your shyness.
What if that's not actually the case? What if, by simply labeling myself as an introvert, I'm transforming this into a self-fulfilling prophecy? Some of the labels we assign to ourselves are holding us back. Because of them, we don't see the "other path" when it presents itself.
The most significant was a recurring dream that spanned 12 years. The tiger dream started when I was 6 years old and concluded just before I turned 18. This dream had such an impact on my life that it propelled me forward in a way I could only have imagined.
The other day my sweet, 17-year-old daughter/friend was relaying yet another episode of the teen-angst drama that is her life. "They say I have an epic resting b*tch face. I'm notorious for it." I could sense her pride.
As a child, Robyn was exceedingly shy. She did not speak until age 2 and even then had created her own words and language. Because of this intense shyness, her family took to calling her "Shai" instead of her given name.
I no longer think that what I have to say is unimportant and I no longer care if I think no one wants to hear it because frankly, I'm tired of being polite. So yes, I do have something to say so sit down and I refuse to wait any longer for someone to ask what I think.
I was always a quiet and shy child. It would be like pulling teeth to get me to talk. Despite being quiet, I had a decent amount of friends in elementary school. But, as I grew up, I learned that I couldn't be non-talkative forever. It would get old.
Most of my friends don't believe this, but my childhood friends know. Growing up, I was a nerd. I was shy, teacher's pet, valedictorian in elementary school, terrified of boys; and I was most comfortable when I had my nose in a book.
I'm a quiet, shy and sweet girl. The problem with those types of girls is they often get taken of advantage and walked over. Ever since I can remember, I've never been a fan of confrontation and when I was faced with it, I always turned the other direction.
My son will be graduating elementary school later this week. For many parents, this type of event is s a sure fire way of bringing on nostalgia. Maybe some baby pictures will be whipped out and a series of 'remember when' conversations will ensue. I get it. I'm there too.
We are all born with and driven by a need for connection with others --a need to be loved and to belong, to be part of something or someone outside of ourselves. Loneliness is the feeling that we get as a result of being without the companionship of others.
Introverted teens require less social stimulation and appear to be more comfortable than their more outgoing extroverted peers with being alone. I say let's celebrate both personality types and stop making the assumption that introverts are at a distinct disadvantage.