The week of March 21 is the week I feel as if a made a tiny breakthrough. In no way, shape or form am I the most vulnerable or open person in a room. Quite honestly, I give as little information about myself as possible. My reasoning behind that is simply that I am introverted and shy. I have conditioned myself to accept my introverted ways and live in my own little bubble.
Speaking from experience, it is okay to allow people into your bubble, not every person is a terrible beast or monster with impure agendas against you. I won’t go into detail, but one of my literary assignments this week was to write about resiliency, hardship, pain and joy. These can be heavy topics, so every literary including the wonderful, Mrs. Sibley, expected tears. And boy, were there tears.
Through those tears, we all connected and saw each other in a different light. Learning of each others highs and lows gave us a chance to really see each other. Not just looking surface level, but getting a sense of why people acted and presented themselves as they did.
That is the most vulnerable moment I have ever experienced in that class and I am grateful. I am grateful to have had that moment. I am grateful to feel just a little closer to everyone in that class. I am grateful to say that I can always depend on my fellow literaries.
I still am very closed off and nonchalant, but I can’t help it. If any of you read this, I genuinely love each and everyone of you and I am proud of our growth.
Hoping for Many More Days of Connectivity,
Another Person Who’s Doing the Best They Can