I worry this comes off as schlumpy.
Orange sweater from And Other Stories in New York, less than a month old. Rachel Comey pants bought at the end of May but secondhand. Shoes are Saltwater Sandals, and I need a pedicure.
I was doing my morning reading today and came across this groundbreaking piece of scripture:
“but let it be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God,” - 1 Peter 3:4
For someone like me who berates herself for being too shy, reading this brought me a moment of clarity. I forget sometimes that it's okay to not be extroverted and want to talk to people all the time. The other day at spin class, I killed it and was occupying a bike in the second row only because there was no more room in the first where I usually reserve. After class, the instructor stopped me and told me that I did a great job and I should book a bike in the first row next time. I was stopped in my tracks and unable to form any kind of response: a) because I had just finished spinning my butt off and b) I'm shy. I felt pretty terrible at my inability to respond to positive affirmations.
Shyness and a quiet disposition is a quality that's valued. In quietness, there is gentle peace that allows room for contemplation and recuperation.
Here's hoping I get a bike first row next week!