I’ve always considered myself shy.
I’ve been the quiet girl in room. I’ve been the one unable to formulate a thought fast enough. I’ve been that awkward person who doesn’t know what to say. I’ve been a loner in my own ways. I’ve been so caught up in myself to even consider another. I’ve been and I’ve been and I won’t always be.
If you were to ask me about my school, I’d tell you it’s fine. I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite nor a place I’ve always wanted to be. (In fact, each year when I’ve returned for my academic year, I haven’t wanted to be here. I’ve despised the idea of coming back. Such a small town, with no place to really go. Coffee shops close at 7pm. Really?)
I may dislike it for many different reasons, but I will remind myself to be thankful.
Without this Four-Year Time, I would not be who I am today. (And I really like who I am today.)
I will always be grateful for knowing this school was a place I began to act. People get so caught up in words and saying what they want to do, but never do them. I want to be a person of action. In so many ways.
I’m challenging myself to take steps I’ve never before.
Maybe I’ll mention them when they come.