I spoke at TEDx Greenville on March 22. I am a through and through introvert. TEDx? I only have Ideas Worth Keeping to Myself.
to large groups...isn't really my jam. I like workshops. A classroom
setting. A table discussion or meeting where everyone is sitting.
with bright lights in my eyes. Unable to see how the audience is
reacting. It freaks me out. Though I think I am getting better. I have
to thank the amazing Deb Sofield
and my husband Chris
in all, I'm pleased with my TEDx Experience. I got through it...and I
got the chance to talk about something that concerns me deeply.
Some people are convinced that
the childhood voices of our siblings are the ones that keep hanging
about us so heavily when we get older. Reminding us when we've gotten
too big for our britches. A lot of people say it's our parents. Or
But introverts are their own best bullies, and, for them, these voices come from anywhere or nowhere at all.
me, one childhood voice that followed me into adolescence and even
adulthood came from a staff writer for The Atlanta Journal
Constitution. I know she didn't mean it.
I was nine
years old and I was reading the Sunday paper. I needed to know things. In the Lifestyle section, I came across
an article entitled: "What your name says about you
." Subtitle: "The first impression you don't even know you're making." There was a brief lead in paragraph followed by a list.
And maybe she took this new, less trusting self
to high school and college and, as a way to cope, she became funny. She
got funny and ambitious and she rarely said anything that wasn’t a joke
or a plan so that even her own parents said — “You tell us a lot about
what you’re doing, but you don’t tell us much about how you’re doing.”
And she said: That’s because I’m doing great.
But maybe she wasn’t doing great. Maybe she went through school with a
secret and her secret was that she had this whole other person inside
her — a wide-eyed, trusting 12-year-old girl who she kept very close.
And this girl wasn’t funny and she wasn’t ambitious and she wasn’t
cynical and she wanted to be loved for who she was and not for what she