I was thinking about how great it is to accept compliments. Where I grew up, I shrugged them off. I remember an old neighbor of mine named Lindy Smith pointing it out to me, but I didn't think to question how it started.
As I got older, I realized it was something I learned to do. Avoiding compliments was a way of staying safe, there would never be a fall from grace...
This picture of me standing on a sidewalk painting reminded me how I don't always see things in a positive way, and it can take some time to see a clear path forward. There's been a lot of people who I've only just recently met that have helped me see these parts of myself.
I've been thinking a lot this past week how I've got this story that people don't take me seriously. Now that I'm looking at it, I can see it all the way back to public school. I was told I was good at drawing in 3-D, and building things. Nobody knew how to engage those passions to get me interested in writing speeches, or science experiments, or trigonometry, even though they related directly to my passions.
What really hurt me, was realizing I've come into so many conversations feeling defensive with this story that people won't value who I am. Besides looking to see who taught me this, and to nurture the undeveloped parts within, it's done more for me. It's really pushed me to take a greater interest in the lives of others, since I recognize we all have a unique passion, and we all come together to compliment one another.
If we've met, I'm glad you know a little more about me, and if we have yet to meet, I look forward to knowing all about what you're into, and how we will compliment one another!