From Storylineblog, by Allison Vesterfelt
When you can’t tell the truth about yourself, you cease to exist as a person.
Being “nice” kept me from doing what I was made to do.
Trying to manage my “nice girl” image kept me trapped, working to control other’s opinions of me, rather than doing what I knew was right. I couldn’t send an e-mail or even a tweet without hours of deliberation. I stayed on the margins of my life, scared to get into the thick of things, terrified that I was going to hurt someone, or offend someone, or mess everything up.
I avoided jobs I wanted, parties I wished I could attend, and friendships I longed for, with the excuse that they could be the wrong job, wrong party, wrong relationship, or that I would make a mess of them.
If I didn’t do anything, I couldn’t do anything wrong. Right?
I’m starting to see how doing nothing is sometimes the worst thing you can do.