Thursday, 3 March 2016

Time to say yes


When I was 16, I went to a therapist who asked me to complete a personality test. It was scarily accurate, but the one thing I remember most was the section about introverts and extroverts. She told me that people tend to see everything in black and white, and think that you're either one or the other.  You like going dancing? You're an extrovert. You like staying home on weekends? Introvert all the way! The problem with this way of thinking is that it leaves no middle ground, no space for shades of grey. When my scores out of 10 came back as 8 for introvert and 7 for extrovert, I was confused - which one was I? The therapist then explained to me that personality traits and characteristics are never static, but move along a scale, veering from one extreme to the next. You are never one single thing, but a multitude of experiences, thoughts and feelings that combine to form the wonderful and unique thing that is you.

With this in mind, I've realised that I've been indulging my introvert for a while. When someone asks me if I want to do something, my immediate reaction is always no. No, I'm tired. No, I need to go for a run. No, I must clean my flat. No, no, no. But why? Are you really so tired that you can't enjoy a drink with a friend? Are you really going to go for a run, or will you bail on your plan and end up watching series all night instead? Does your flat really need to be cleaned right this second or can it wait until tomorrow? I've been living life, but haven't been truly experiencing it, allowing the negative and the fear to cloud the positive and the possibility of something incredible.

Well, no more. Although it's difficult, I am trying to say yes again. On Tuesday, I went completely out of my comfort zone and attended a dance meditation class with a truly inspiring friend* where you get to express your feelings through dance. There I was in a hall of crazy hair, floaty pants and some hairy underarms feeling completely out of place... for about two minutes, until I told myself to stop thinking and just dance. There was no talking to anybody and, best of all, no judgement – just two hours where you could let yourself feel whatever you need to. The insane thing is that during the course of the day, I had been running excuses over and over in my mind to try and get out of this class. But I'm so glad that I went, and I will probably go again. I said yes, and the world did not come crashing down. I felt afraid and uncomfortable, but that was soon replaced with excitement and pleasure. And at the end of it all, I went home deliciously exhausted and collapsed into bed, getting the best night's sleep I've had in weeks. All because I said yes.    


*Thanks to the amazing Stacey who is always encouraging me to think, grow and try new things – and who never gives up on me, even when I sometimes give up on myself.