Each of us has a story – several stories actually – woven together by the ever-evolving thread of who we are. These personal tales are important. They give meaning to our past, and shape our current identity. As an introvert, you have several stories about your introversion. Many of them are riddled with shame and guilt.
It’s time to let go of those stories and make way for a new tale to be written – one of more compassion. More love.
In Paulo Coelho’s book, The Zahir, he talks about the idea of abandoning the stories of our past. It’s a pretty radical concept for most of us to rap our heads around. Let go of our personal history? What purpose would that serve? And how on earth do we forget things that are so intertwined with who we are?
Through one of the main characters in the book, Coelho explains that letting go of our personal stories clears the way for the purest form of love to flow in:
“In order for the pure energy of love to penetrate your soul, your soul must be as if you had just been born. Why are people unhappy? Because they want to imprison that energy, which is impossible. Forgetting your personal history means leaving that channel clear, allowing that energy to manifest itself each day in whatever way it chooses, allowing yourself to be guided by it.”
Later he explains that if we want to release the stories of our past, we must tell them. We must write them, speak them, and share them until they no longer have meaning to us – until we feel as if we are telling someone else’s story, rather than our own.
Through this blog, I’ve shared several stories about my introversion. This has allowed me to connect with other introverts on a deep level, which I may not have been able to achieve in person. It has also given me the opportunity to write a new story about myself, and the world I live in.
I’ve been able to release the shame I used to feel about being quiet and different. I’ve shaped a kinder reality that is more loving and accepting of introverts. And it all began with me telling the stories of my introversion.
The story about the time I cried in front of a group of strangers because I didn’t honor my need to be alone.
The story of some drunken jerk yelling at me to talk more because my quietness was weird and he didn’t like it.
The story of being trapped at an endless Mexican fiesta, and criticized for being “boring” and “serious”, as I tried in vain to put on my invisibility cloak.
These were painful pages in my personal history. But as I shared them, their charge was neutralized. I was able to let go of the part of me that felt ashamed of my introversion, as I made way for a more loving view of myself.
What about you? What are some of the stories of your introversion that you’re ready to release? What would you have instead?
Lots of love,