This is more a lesson I’m trying to learn actually.
“Shame is the fear of disconnection. That something we’ve done or something we are makes us unworthy of connection.” – Brené Brown
I just really need to not give a fuck. I’m 32 this year, I think it’s about time I stop worrying about what other people think of me.
I need to learn that if I meet new people and don’t make any new friends it’s not a judgement on me as a human being. At worst it means I’m shit at making friends, which is true.
The Other Lesson I’m Trying to Learn
I was reminded of this lesson I’ve been meaning to learn when I was reading my book, “Anne of Green Gables”, this morning. Anne was fretting about doing and saying the right things at a dinner date at Mrs Allan’s and Marilla scolded her:
“The trouble with you, Anne, is that you’re thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her”.
I once read an interesting perspective on shyness, which described it as fundamentally selfish as the shy person is only thinking about themselves and their own discomfort. I think it’s such an elegant solution to shyness to simply invert one’s focus. I’ve always admired people who are welcomers, who have a natural grace and put other’s at ease.
I’m feeling so good now you guys! This is why I write. I can’t think things through like this without writing.
And you thought this was an art blog.