I'm normally very confident. Or–well so it appears. I'm dead set on being who I am without conforming to others ideas of how I should be-I stand up for my beliefs even if that leaves me the only one standing… I speak up to declare the injustices, to shout out truths, to try to motivate people to THINK for themselves. I wish so much that people would question what they do-and why… To give reason and answer… I'm passionate about so many things in life-and will debate to the core for you to know this.
But the other side of me is insecure and shy. Unsure of myself, confidence–non-existent. Walking past a group of girls, I instantly clam up- occasionally, a walk past the same girls-I'd give them so much attitude and presence that they'd step aside to let me past. I have a voice-but sometimes that voice is just barely above a whisper.
My confession is that I am two sides of a front-I'm confident and outgoing, shy and reserved. Both of them very much who I am-both of them showing their faces… And to be honest, I like both of them–but the shy one needs more confidence, and the outgoing one needs to listen more.
In bid for confidence, for experience, for inspiration–the shy girl walked the streets in Galway City yesterday… and guess what? I lived to tell the tale! Normal hustle and bustle of people, beautiful colours of culture coming together-swimming with artists and their work, buskers playing heavenly music… I missed the bus on purpose-and then missed the second bus!
