Someone Not Like Me

I’m  at Starbucks, drinking my refreshing mint tea. It’s nice to be back at a cafe, to soak in the creative energies that are so typical here, even at paper-cup starbucks.

There is a girl sitting at the table next to me and she looks like me! Or at least I think so because I can’t see her clearly. She is talking about all the different activities she has done in her life and they all seem exciting and wonderful. It’s strange to see someone with similar features as myself be so different. She seem very outgoing and active, which are two things I’ve been struggling to develope for long time.

I was like that once though, I was brave and outgoing back in my pre-school years and then slowly fear crept up on me and made me more and more timid.  I think I’ve just been taught and gotten used to acting this way, But seeing this girl, and remembering myself all those years ago reminds me that I am not my fear. I can be free of it. I will be free of it. I don’t have to be this way, I’ve just gotten used to it somehow.