introspection
I sometimes forget that I am shy. I have a wonderful, wonderful group of friends. Around them, I am loud and enjoy attention (sometimes too much so) and try to be in the middle of things, laughing and happy and having fun. I get used to that me, which is definitely not a shy me. Sometimes quiet and not needing to be in the center, content to watch, but confident in my place. When I teach, I am aware of my role of authority and have no problems, even when parents insist on sitting in the lesson with me. At auditions and speech classes and teaching pre-schoolers, I am secure and open and myself. Sunday, I remembered that I am shy. I went to a baptism at a church where I knew practically no one, and my initial instinct was to cling for dear life to the one person I was with. I answered rather monosyllabically (is that even a word? It should be!) to most questions and comments directed my way, smiling and trying to be friendly while at the same time trying to hide behind Ryan. I r...