Living and Loving as an Introvert

dorkymum

good advice

*stands up*

*shuffles nervously*

*clears throat*

Hello. My name’s Ruth and I am an introvert.

Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that?

Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things. No, I’m not anti-social. No, I’m not shy. No, it’s not that I hate people, or that I hate you, or that I’m a badly brought up Awkward Annie.

I’m just an introvert.

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Inspiration

It is okay to be an outsider, a recent arrival, new on the scene — and not just okay, but something to be thankful for. … Because being an insider can so easily mean collapsing the horizons, can so easily mean accepting the presumptions of your province.” (Tan Le)

I’m now an outsider, a recent arrival, new on the scene. Things are just too much to catch up on soon, but I know that I have tried so hard to make my way to here so I have no choice but have to stretch myself and prove that I can make it and I’m worth it. I keep telling myself that rarely one can have such an wonderful opportunity that’s surely gonna change his life for a better way. Now that it has come to me! Waste it or maximise it… I go for the latter.