Happy sticking to my nature

I’m a pretty private person. I always have been. I used to think I ought to be more outgoing. I remember being nine, and it was the day before I started third grade. I practiced saying the things I imagined outgoing and social people would say. “Hey, how’s it going?” “Groovy.” “Cool.” But then I started third grade and I didn’t say any of those things. I stayed generally quiet.

I don’t feel quiet. My inner world is filled with insights and ideas. I get enthralled with things like the sun and trees and movies, or the way a person pauses, or thinks, or does their job. I like the feeling of a room. I love watching words come together to make a sentence. I just finished up a drawing that sums up my experience.

It seems like peace of mind for me comes in sticking to my nature. I figure I can’t go wrong following my natural impulses. I feel that way about others too. I might admire their nature, but I don’t feel like I need to be like them.