The First Step

So, I did it. I did the thing. I finally started talking about my social anxiety, and it felt…weird.

In past posts, I’ve iterated I’m not shy about my anxiety–and I’m not–but I’ve never really talked about it in-depth with anyone. This was different. Talking about the basis of these anxious feelings and why it happens–that was new.

I want to say talking felt good, but at the time, I almost regretted opening up so deeply. I cried–twice (I was having an especially anxious day)–enough that continuing to talk was challenging. But I did it. And then, only a few hours later after talking, I already began to feel better. Ready for the next time I get to talk. Apparently, talking is therapeutic. This quiet one should really do more of that…

So, I did it. I’ve taken that First Step Toward a Better Me. But I didn’t come here to talk just about me, except that’s pretty much all I do on here. 🙂 Rather, I hope my story can ignite an urge in you to take your first step. Whether that be trying your hand at painting for the first time or asking someone on a date or talking about your mental illness, I urge you to take initiative. It may seem weird or scary or exciting and even after it may still feel weird or scary or exciting, but I think (no, I don’t know) it will all be worth it in the end–even if that end isn’t until years from now. Whether you feel ready to take that first step or you already have and aren’t satisfied with the outcome thus far, please know that you always have a friend cheering you on. 🙂

It’s time to make a breakthrough.

Now, I’ll leave you with a quote and a comic showcasing the benefits of taking first steps (sort of):

“Opportunities are not lost by those who dare to take initiative.”


If those guys hadn’t taken initiative, they would still be in agony over this girl and her ambiguous winking. After, they are both clearly satisfied with their action. 

Snowed In: The Ice(ing) on the Introvert Cake

It’s winter.

This seems to be a fact not many are accustomed to considering we’ve been blessed with more weeks of shining sun and blossoming flowers and, well, warmth than is considerably normal. Until now.

Now that we’re in the midst of winter, the Midwest is finally getting its healthy dose of cold wind and slick ice and soon-to-be snow, hence the inspiration for today’s post.

Before I left work for the weekend, I was talking with my boss about the anticipated ice/snow storm that was to hit in the next couple of days. She commented how supermarkets were likely to be packed after work as everyone would be stocking up for the Icemageddon and how everywhere is general was likely to be busy that night while everyone got their weekend outings accomplished. What struck us both as funny is it seemed everyone was dreading the coming weekend, not for the dangerously slick roads or the amount of time to be spent scooping snow off driveways but for the lack of social life. The lack of freedom to go out and do things. We agreed staying in for a whole weekend was way more fun than going out–that is is, in fact, “the life.”

It’s amusing that everyone seems terrified of being forced to do something introverts like myself choose to do pretty much every weekend–snowed in or not. It’s like the former won’t know what to do with themselves if they aren’t able to leave their homes for a little while everyday. Trust me, there’s plenty of things to do at home. Relaxing things–painting, cooking, playing games, practicing an instrument, talking with family, Netflix-ing, writing, reading, the list goes on… And if none of those super awesome, enjoyable, relaxing activities don’t seem the least bit appealing, there’s always housework and work-work to be done, too. See? Something for everyone! Except the outdoorsy types…

I’m hoping this brush with introversion shows everyone just how relaxing staying in can be, how vital solitude is to our ability to function–everyone, not just introverts. Or maybe all this will prove to some is just how profusely they hate staying in. Either way, it’s bound to be a learning experience! 🙂

Note: This post was in no way intended to make fun of those fearing for the weather this weekend due to inability to stay safe on the roads, to do an outside job, to execute important, special plans–only those who were genuinely afraid to stay inside all weekend. I know, I’m mean. 🙂

Stay awesome, introverts (and non-introvert friends)!

When You Cross Introversion with Social Anxiety in College

How it looks:

guy studying in library

I am so cool, sitting alone like an intellectual, reading my smart book.


How it feels:


I am so lame, sitting alone, when I could be sitting with people…

Can anyone relate? I apologize for the super depressing post. I blame my disdain for first days. If you can’t guess, today was the first day of the new semester, thus the college theme. Maybe some of you will find solidarity in this feeling? For those that do, how do YOU cope with introversion, anxiety, and/or both–in college or everyday life? I’d love to hear suggestions. Seriously, LOVE.