I used to be afraid to talk to people.
If I were in WalMart and I saw you across the store, I’d go down a different aisle. It wasn’t that I didn’t like you, or that I didn’t want to be your friend, but I wasn’t sure what to say.
If you spotted me first, I’d chat and put on a good face and pretend that I wasn’t afraid, but afterward I’d wonder. . .
Did I say the wrong thing?
Or a dumb thing?
It’s so weird to consider the girl I once was, because today I’d put my hands on the cart and march across the store to say hello.
And I wouldn’t give a thought about what I said, or didn’t say. I’d simply enjoy the conversation.
When you discover your true identity, you don’t have to pretend (or be afraid) anymore.