Make a list of the top 3 things that you care about most in this life. Then make a list of 3 things that you are most passionate about. There might be an overlap, but that is perfectly fine.
Here is my list of what I care about most:
- My family;
- the wellbeing of others and
- and well myself (a little self-love didn’t anybody right?).
Now, what am I passionate about?
- Equality (on all fronts; i.e. gender, partner preference, animals being equal to mankind, race, skin color, nationalities, personalities [introverts being equal to extroverts, shy people being equal to the loud among us] and list goes on).
- Art, this includes art of others and art I have created myself. I absolutely love learning about artists and how they work. I love beautiful pictures and paintings and the stories behind them. I love a good book/blog post/poem and a well written song with some meaning behind them.
- Compassion. I believe that if we all care just a little more about each other, the world would be a much better place.
Now ask yourself if you are doing right by the 3 things you care about the most. If you are not, be conscious of the fact that you are not.
Now lets talk about your passion. See this world is not designed for you to do what you are passionate about. We are all conditioned to believe that after high school, you go to college. We are pushed to pursuit a career in something profitable and something where we are guaranteed a job. Since there are bills to pay, we might fall in to this cycle we like to call ‘life’. It is very easy to be distracted and lose focus on what you really are passionate about. Going through the motions of life is not what we should be doing. We need to do what we absolutely love. We should be scared of our goals. We should want more than the bare minimal. So are you fighting for the things you are passionate about? Have you made a career out of what you are passionate about? Or are you just going through the motions of life. If you are having a hard time figuring out what you are passionate about. Think about what you wanted to do as a child. We all had dreams as a child that might have been pushed aside when we got older.
My tip would be, to buy yourself a mood board (if you don’t own one already). Write down the top 3 things you care about the most and write down the 3 things you are passionate about most.
And now comes the most important part. PLAN. As Denzel Washington said: ‘Dreams without goals, are just dreams and ultimately fuel disappointment’. So write down in detail how you are going to work on your goals. How much time you will spend doing what task and adjust as you go. We cannot control life, we can only control our mind states and how hard we work on our goals.
Something that I have read on Medium a while ago is that something that might help you with making all these goals reality is focus on it for 3 months. Just for three months, give it your all. See what happens is, that your tasks will become habits. And if after 3 months you do not see a difference in your life, your happiness, your fulfillment, your mindset, than switch it up. But what is 3 months in your life time?
Would love to hear your top threes!
How do you re-energize? I re-energie when I go outside, which is something I only realized recently. When I just started doing research on what is means to be an introvert. I assumed that all that I was reading in books and on blogs would also applies to me. Yet, I discovered that some of the tips don’t work for me. Something that I would read a lot is that introverts tend to need time by themselves and therefor stay at home for a certain amount of time to re-energize.
That definitely does not work for me. When I have a ‘day to myself at home’ I sleep in and do nothing to very little productive. I end up watching Netlfix and not doing what I actually want to do. I keep convincing myself that I have many hours left to be productive, so I procrastinate and end up not working on my dreams. This sounds very dramatic, but it’s true. We have already passed the six month mark of 2018. So with every waisted day, my guilt grows. With that guilt growing, I actually become less productive. That is one of my weaknesses I would like to work on.
I find that I am much more productive when I leave the house early and sit in a coffee place. Be amongst others that are doing the same thing, this being reading or writing. I like humans around me, but just not too close. Lol, that sounds so anti-social, but heck maybe I am a little anti-social at times. Especially in the morning, or after a couple of days of an unhealthy amount of socializing. At a coffee place I try to find a table that faces the window, I just sit there and write for hours. I read some posts on Medium and try to find a way to apply it to my life. I should probably write some notes or something to remember the stuff I read… Something that I read and stuck with me was that the best thing you can do in the morning is something that stimulates the brain. Like writing in a journal, and not something physical, like working out. This is actually better to do at the end of the day, when your brain is ‘tired’. So I will try to apply this in my life. I have bought a bright new journal, I can write in whatever comes to mind. There is no need for logic or beauty. All I that is necessary, is to stimulate my brain.
So now I am sitting at a busy coffee place near the city center of Amsterdam, people watching and writing this blog post. Find your way to be most productive and stick to it. Consistency is key.
When I was younger I felt like it was OK to be shy and quiet at that young age, since I was led to believe that this is childlike behavior. Something you grow out of. Something that is limiting. Something that becomes pathetic when you are an adult, or so I thought.
Recently, I was at a work-related seminar. I recognized one of the speakers from college. As I was telling someone I was there with, about recognizing them, I remembered how nervous this person would get when they had to speak in front of a crowd.
When I watched this individual give their presentation, I was actually impressed with the progression this person had made. Yet, this not what everyone saw, one of the people I was there with actually said something in the lines of it being strange that the person giving the presentation was visibly nervous at their age (the individual is about 40 years old). I said that it’s probably just a part of their personality and not a matter of one’s age. Now that I am thinking about it I actually am not sure I said that last part, but I definitely said that it might just be a personality thing.
This story explains exactly what I think the problem is. People thinking that your ‘introverted’ side just magically disappears when you get older. This is not the case. Some people are talkers and some are not. This is not a childish thing. I think a part of the problem is also that these ‘skills’ extroverts have are very visual. You can ‘see’ the extrovert being good what they do. I feel like this is less the case for introverts.
You can actually grow out of your shyness, you can work on that part of you, if it bothers you. But you will always be an introvert. As you probably already know, being shy is not the same as being an introvert. Shyness is a fear of judgment of others. Introversion is about you re-energize by being alone.
When I discovered I was an introvert came self-awareness. With self-awareness came confidence. Eventually with confidence came a growth in self-love. It felt like I was giving myself a much needed warm hug. I kept reading books about it, searching the web for blogs on the topic and as of currently listening to podcasts (and obviously I started my very own blog).
Don’t be fooled, my fellow introverted girls and guys. You are not acting like a child when you are not the ‘bubbly person’ people want you to become. Be you. Be your introverted self proudly.
Today I started watching the new season of ‘Dear White People’ and I am already obsessed. I love the concept, the wittiness, the ‘uncomfortable’
conversations and the beautiful diverse black people portrait on the show.
Growing up I have watched black shows. But I often could not fully connect to one of the characters, since they were all more extroverted than introverted. I felt like with age I would learn how to be loud and would learn how to love constantly being around a lot of people (wow typing this even made me lose some energy #introvertedproblems). Maybe I just watched the wrong shows… But let’s not focus on that. Let’s focus on ‘Dear White People’.
I think the show hit the mark beautifully. Showing diversity within the black community. The pain, the anger, the love, the journey of self-discovery and straight up being confused by it all. I feel mostly connected to Lionel. He reminds me of my younger self, when I was a freshman in college. Lionel seems fragile, shy and unsure of himself . I was the exact same. I did not feel confident or proud of who I was. It took me years to find my confidence and my ‘happy place’ I guess. Watching Lionel’s journey is fascinating to me.
This show is something that we all needed. A voice, a clear voice, a well-spoken voice, and now we have it. I can understand how some (people who are not black) might feel uncomfortable with the tittle. But watch the show, try to do this with an open mind. I know it’s hard. But take a deep breath and watch one episode. And if you still feel the same or even worse than before, just stop watching it. You are allowed to dislike it and/or be offended by it. Just try to be respectful when you express your opinion.
There is a lot I want to say, so let’s just get started. First of all I would like to acknowledge the fact that we are finally being heard and seen (a little) more than before. This is a step in the right direction, yet we are far from where we need to be.
You see I am awkward, so it could be that this has been going on for a while, but as of lately I have noticed that other black girls smile at me. I am not one to make eye contact or show any emotion when I do (accidentally) make eye contact. But I have noticed that other black girls have been seeking this contact. And since I am so used to having an emotionless expression, I find myself reacting a little too late. So it turns into an awkward thing where I smile back when they have already broken the eye contact. There are also nodding involved, I kid you not, girls nod at me, correction, black girls nod at me. We have entered an era where we are not afraid to show the world that we love ourselves, our cultures, our skin, our brothers and our sisters.
The image is shifting. Africa is slowly being seen as a beautiful continent filled with history, culture and therefor basically something to be proud of. I remember going to see Black Panther in the theater for the first time (Wakanda forever) and I saw this beautiful black woman with an African headscarf. I had eye contact with the girl she was there with and this beautiful individual smiled at me. My heart felt full.
Today another awkward introverted black girls thing happened to me. I was traveling by public transportation, and as I was entering the tram I saw two beautiful black girls around my age. It was rush hour so people were pushing and shoving trying to get into this tram. One of the girls said something about dry lips and immediately I thought they were talking about me. I froze, even though ‘I never freeze’ and though about my lips and whether they were looking crusty or not. Then I remembered I had put on some chap stick minutes before. So they could not be talking about me, right? The other girl said ‘Ah, I love her hair’ a minute after. Now I was convinced they were talking about me. I looked around for other black girls who they could be talking about. Because yes, we have reached that point where you know that when a sister says she loves someone’s hair, she is talking about black hair. But there was only me, so I guess they were talking about me. I had mixed emotions, a got a jab but a compliment as well. So overall that’s a healthy balance, I guess.
So I guess what I am trying to say by this letter is the following: beautiful black girls I see you, I hear you, and just because I might not respond in public to your smile or nod. My introverted awkward ways are just getting in the way of showing it.
Recently I have been riding my bike to work. This started out of necessity; one of my colleagues and I had a meeting somewhere in the city and we had planned to travel together. And well, he was going by bike, so… yeah. I reluctantly agreed to come to work by bike. But something happened to me that morning, something I did not expect; I actually enjoyed it.
You see in The Netherlands it’s quite normal to go places by bike. But for years now I have been gladly using public transportation. Public transportation in Amsterdam is quite well connected, there is hardly a place in Amsterdam where there is no bus, tram, train or subway station. I had gotten used to the customs of public transportation. I knew how everything worked, I felt like this was my comfort zone. And now I was kindly asked to step out of it.
As I was riding my bike to work, I felt a sense of freedom. I was in charge of the speed, whether or not I would avoid the bumps in the road, the time I would start my journey and whether I would arrive at my destination on time. I did not have to wait for the bus, sit next to a stranger, who God forbid wanted to start a conversation about something like the weather. I was alone. Me and my bike. Yet I was also surrounded by so many people who were doing the same thing; going to work by bike. So, somehow we were all alone together.
It feels like I have time and room to think, before and after work. I stepped out of my comfort zone and let me tell you. It was worth it.
The lesson I can take from this is simple, small changes in your routine can bring exciting experiences. My advice therefore would be: change something in your routine and see if you like it. If it was not what you expected or wanted out of it, you can always go back. Live your life, have fun and stay introverted and black.
What does nudity mean to you?
To me it means baring all of you. Not just your body. But to me it includes every single part of yourself: your mind, your ideas, your ideals, your fears, your thoughts, your honesty and unveiling all of your lies. Sharing every little part of you.
You see, I do not think I have ever bared it all out for anyone. To me that is a very scary thought. This blog post was actually inspired by a video I saw on Instagram, where a group of beautiful young black girls were dancing in a circle and one by one they would step forward and chant something about loving their skin and their soul within. I watched the video with admiration, thinking about how I would not have been able to do that at their age. Unapologetically singing about how much I love myself, that is. As I am writing this I am also not sure if I could do that now. I want to blame that on my introversion, or is it just because I am shy? What is scaring me so much? I know there is deep rooting fear of not feeling accept amongst others. I like to think that I have accepted myself completely and do not live for others. Yet again, that would be a lie.
One of my biggest fears is being completely honest with others and dealing with the consequences. I absolutely hate confrontations, therefore I try my best to avoid these at all cost. This has caused me to be not so honest with others and sometimes even with myself. I think that if I did not have this fear of judgement by others, my life could have been very different.
Let’s work on being comfortable with our nudity, including the good, the bad and the ugly.
I have always liked long rides on the train. The calmness, the steady speed, listening in to peoples conversations and the luxury of deciding to listen to music instead. I often plug in my earphones and start daydreaming. I would think about what my life would be like, if I was a performer. Hit the stage, sing and dance to the music that I was currently listening to (probably Beyoncé songs). I would also see myself running alongside the train. Hopping over all the obstacles (like a ninja mixed with a bunny) and somehow keeping up with the fast train.
I recently went on the train to go to a meeting. This was around rush hour, so the train was crowded. Tired and grumpy people all around, and all trying to find a seat. I found a spot in the ‘silence compartment’. This the part of the train where it is not allowed to make noise, this includes speaking. So during this 30 minute train ride my mind could completely relax. I chose to not listen to music and just enjoy the silence.
I could hear other people getting on and off of the train. People were politely asking one another to remove their bags off the seats so they could sit there. The people who had put their bag on the seats, politely responded by removing their bag. There was a harmony, a mutual understanding, everyone respected the fact that they were in the ‘silence compartment’ and making no unnecessary sounds. I thought about how this compartment was representing the perfect world.
I felt like I had not appreciated these silence compartment before. But in that moment, I really did. I had time to read and I felt content.
The perfect place for introverts, no unnecessarily stimulations, just silence and mutual understanding.
There was a time I dreaded winter, not for the obvious cold Dutch weather. I actually did not mind the cold weather that much. There are even days in the middle of summer when I long for those cold icy days. No, my dislike for winter came from the many birthday parties this particular season brought. It seemed like every one of my acquaintances, friends and family members decided to have children or be born themselves, in this specific season. Small gatherings and one on one celebrations with friends or family I could handle.
My dislike for the season came from the big parties. The children parties, the parties where I would only know the host well and the rest of the guests were all people I was obliged to see (at least) once a year. I would dread going. I actually can feel my heart pound a little faster whilst writing this post. Every now and then I would get out of going to these parties, because I was genuinely busy with schoolwork. There were also occasions where I was conveniently not feeling so well. But when I ended up not going, this would make me feel guilty. So either way, I would be uncomfortable. There were also quite a few times I would go to a birthday party very early, before the other guest arrive and I would actually leave before too many people (A.K.A. ANYONE) would show up.
I recently sucked it up and went to a birthday party. The plan was get in, say my greetings, congratulate the birthday person in question, stay for a little and then bounce. Yet my partner in crime did not stick to the plan. No, this person decided to stick around for a little longer. And then it happened, the first guest arrived…
Which I could easily handle. But then slowly but surely the room started to fill up. I realized I actually did not mind it that much. I felt like I had the upper hand somehow. While I am writing this I remember reading a tip like this in a book I read on introversion.
I observed people walking in, and them deciding whether they would greet everyone at once with a loud ‘hi everyone’ or greet everyone individually. Some did a combination of both. Many were visibly uncomfortable when they were entering the room. And even more so when they had made the commitment to greet everyone individually. It became the awkward greeting dance spectacle. Should I go in for a kiss on the cheek? Oh we are going for a hug? One or two kisses? Or three? What are we doing?
After watching this all happen. I felt better. But most of all, I felt like other people might go through that same thing. So there was no need to feel singled out. Because just like me, there are people awkwardly making their ways through birthday parties.
From my experience I know that being an introvert can be extremely frustrating. We tend to feel more guilt than extroverts. We get overstimulated and can feel misunderstood. Now this blog post is not going to be a pity party for introverts. This is going to be an encouraging post. The hug you need, when the world has been mean to you.
This is what I do when I am frustrated (overstimulated/tired of the world and myself):
- I take a few deep breaths. Take three seconds to breath in, hold for three and then take three seconds to breath out. Repeat this at least five times, you can close your eyes and just focus on your breathing. This really does wonders. Some people call it meditation, some call it ‘taking a breather’, use (or don’t use) whatever label works for you! There are also various apps that can help you do on a regular basis. Headspace is one I have used and enjoyed very much (not sponsored, I wish). Try it, you might like it.
- I ask myself the following question: ‘I am going to care about this in five years?’. I honestly can feel the weight fall off my shoulders. When I realize that the thing that frustrated me so much, is a minor thing. I also think about what frustrated me five years back and realize that these were all temporary problem.
- I count my blessings. I have so much. People who love me unconditionally. I am talented. I have a roof above my head. I have enough money (I am definitely not rich, but I have enough). I have a particular set of skills, like watching ‘taken’ 100 times. (If you have never seen it, I must encourage you to watch Liam Neeson shine in that movie).
- I listen to classical music. I go on Spotify (again not sponsored) and look for a playlist that has something like ‘focus’ or ‘concentration’ or anything in those lines in the title and I listen to that while I read or write.
- 4.1 I read. I have a very divers taste in books, I like fiction, non-fiction, autobiographies, women empowerment books and books on different personalities. The only genre I don’t like is horror.
- 4.2 I write. I am not one to talk about my feelings with, well, anyone to be honest. As I am aware that this is a learning point, I do vent by writing down how I feel.
- 4.3 I also listen to ‘Here’ by Alessia Cara. This song perfectly describes how I feel at parties and basically at every social gathering.
- I watch one my favorite shows on Netflix, like Black-ish, Grown-ish, How to Get Away with Murder, Blacklist, just to name a few or a movie. This keeps me distracted for the moment and helps me relax.
Hope this helps.