I’m an introvert. Perhaps I’ve mentioned that a time or two. I’m learning more and more what that means, but for many years I thought that being an introvert meant I wanted–and needed–to go it alone. As a first-born child, I also have an independent streak, and though I haven’t always been confident about my abilities, I have often preferred to do something myself, without asking for help, even if I was already overwhelmed.
Introvert or not, maybe you can relate?
I don’t go out of my way to let other people into my life. There’s a variety of reasons, some involving insecurity and fear of rejections, but mostly I think, I’ve got this. I can handle it all on my own.
Except for the times when I can’t.
I’m learning about asking for help, though it still isn’t easy. But even asking for help isn’t always the same as letting people in.
You can read the rest over at Putting on the New, where I post on the 12th of each month.
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