Take my
introversion, for instance. I used to feel guilty on those days when I found
myself thinking – Honestly, I just want
to read a book by the fire and sip some tea. No, I really don’t want to engage
in a bunch of surfacy conversation at a party.
Or,
consider my design work. I’d pour over super clean designs, trying to mimic
them carefully, wondering – Why is this
so difficult? Perhaps, this whole design thing really isn’t for me.
Lately,
there’s been a shift, it seems. As I’ve learned more about my personality and
my talents, I’ve given myself greater permission to let my internal compass
guide me. I’ve found that I don’t need to spend all my energy apologizing for lack of what simply isn’t me. The things
that are most natural – the
introversion, the rustic designs, the
intuitive way of perceiving the world around me – each of these has value. Each is a vital piece of what makes me – uniquely me. And, I've found – it's enthralling to lovingly give myself permission to simply be me.
