Is
it just Me, or do you, too, appreciate when others share –
actually reveal – an inner thought an inner feeling?
The article,
below, was shared with me by Cheryl Braxton, who generously asked me to share
it with you. I feel strongly that Cheryl
is not alone on this. In fact, I am
quite certain Cheryl has more ‘friends’ than she imagines….
I AM WHO I
AM
It may seem silly to some but I marvel at the sight of women
gathering together enjoying some quality time.
Whether it is a book club on Friday night or the latest movie on a
Saturday afternoon: having cocktails at their favorite night club or a group
manicure or pedicure at their favorite spa: I think it must be pretty cool to
have girlfriends to share your life with, to have them as your retreat from
your regular day-to-day stuff wearing the many hats that we do. “I think,”
because for all of my adult life, I have never been fortunate enough to be a
part of a circle of girlfriends. I've
never been a Chatty Patty and held long conversations over the phone; I've
never, on a regular basis, been in the company of several other women at one
time: This had never been a part of my life style although there were times
that I wished it were.
My best girlfriend lives more than 200 miles away. I see her just a few times a year and while I
look forward to our daily chats on the phone, I never stay on too long. I sometimes wonder if it’s me. I mean, I like people so why don’t I have
lots of friends. I found that as I was
growing older this had become a real issue for me, that is, my need to better
understand the social me. I've thought
about it so much lately that I started researching into the matter.
I went as far as to ask my mom specific questions about my
childhood behaviors; she had shared many things that I don’t ever remember
talking about before. She still had all
my old report cards so I spent some time reading what the teachers had to say
as well.
After all this and taking a good hard look at my present likes,
dislikes and
what really makes me happy and who I am today, I have come to the
conclusion
that I have spent most of my life as a square peg trying to fit
into the
proverbial round hole. I've
been molded into living my life as an extrovert by the world I grew up in, but
in retrospect it was never really me!
I saw a brief interview with Susan Cain, the author of, Quiet: The
Power of
Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (can’t wait to get
my hands on the book) and finally feel validated!
I now understand why: As a little girl I could sit for hours
playing alone with worms, ants and any type of bug and be totally content, why
I had only one friend as a child and her name was Cheryl, too; why as a young
woman growing up in the busy & over-crowded borough of the Bronx, I
secretly thirsted for life in rural America, why even though I could hold a
conversation with anyone at any given time, I have never been comfortable
speaking to a crowd. WHY I enjoy
listening to “REAL” talk and not idle chatter especially not gossip, I find it
such a waste of time, why on
my very first Caribbean cruise I had one suitcase just for my
books, why I
prefer dinner with a couple of people listening to a live jazz
band over a
concert hall with a crowd and why in this corporate world where
team/group work is pushed so much, I prefer to work alone.
I no longer have questions about who I am and why I don’t get the
same enjoyment from running with the crowd, as some other women do, my best
friend being one of them; talk about opposites attracting! Now my only question is why it took me until
54 years old to figure it out! There’s
something about growing gracefully gray that prompts you to become truthful
with yourself. Perhaps it’s because I feel I’m on the other side of my life
cycle, my better side. Perhaps it’s
because it just takes too much out of me to be someone I’m not. Or perhaps it’s, “just because’. Whatever the case, I no longer have the need
to pretend or to try to fit in.
If you totally know who you are, I applaud you. But if you have questions, like I did, and
you are seeking the answers, I applaud you as well. Take the time to think
about who you really are; doing so has made my life so much better! For me this was a journey; for you it may be
a sprint. However long it may take, ‘make it happen and let it be’!
I am who I am, and I’m finally glad about it!
By Cheryl Braxton
So, IS it just me, or do you, too
appreciate – even relate to what
Cheryl has shared?
BE who you are; be the best you
can - in that role.
Can so identify with Cheryl's words and feelings. Why does it take us so long to 'find' the real us and finally live our life by those discoveries. Fortunately we are not all the same but it's sad we try to be like everyone else and fit in all our lives. It's only the confidence that comes with getting older that allows us to challenge and then accept our own behaviour!!
ReplyDeleteDear Anonymous,
DeleteKnow that you are never alone.
Thanks for sharing a bit of yourself with us; so generous.
Here's the point...everythng is a process and we are all allowed to move at our own pace. The journey is one thing; the destination is anohter. One step at a time! Beth