Although I’m a Visibility Adviser (I help introverts show up authentically online), not every form of visibility is easy to me. The hardest place for me to show up is this blog, writing blog posts are harder than creating Facebook Live videos! Actually, that’s not entirely true. Writing blog posts that I want to publish are harder than creating Facebook Live videos.
There’s something about the finality of the written word that started to scare me a few years ago. Tweets, for some reason, I can deal with (though sadly I’ve started to become more silent there too), but blog posts… Ugh. It doesn’t help that I see so many blog posts about introversion which I believe are spreading myths, not informing people. And part of this fear of being a myth spreader is making me judge my own writing to impossible standards.
Add to that a propensity to only want to jump into conversations when I am certain I’m right…
But that’s the past, and the past doesn’t have to dictate the future. I believe I’m ready to start writing again. And I believe a good place to start writing again is by owning and declaring my beliefs.
This is what I believe.
This is what I believe. That introverts aren’t broken. That attachment to outcomes drains and crushes and burns and disappoints. That individuals are ever evolving. That we could totally be in the Matrix. That there is always a choice. That sometimes it’s best to let go of our ability to choose. That we are capable of miracles and evil. That I’m overusing the word That. That our ability to see patterns in everything has given birth to everything humanity has to offer, and has the ability to destroy what could be offered. That stories about how life works can be rewritten. That life’s too short to worry about what my mother thinks. That Doctor Who is the best show on television. That Mystery Science Theatre 3000 used to be the best show on television, and Joel Hodgson should really hire me to work (for free even) for the new show doing something, anything, I don’t care. That I’m running out of things to write. That the future is unwritten. That the past is ever-evolving. That fear sometimes lies. That our thoughts create reality. That our thoughts can’t create other people’s reality. That coffee tastes bitter and gross and I have no idea how people can think it tastes good. That tea tastes like boiled leaves and I have no idea how people can think it tastes good. That life is complicated. That life is simple. That shaming isn’t the right path. That introversion is a gift.
