My Geometry classroom has a poster at the front of the room that portrays a young boy kicking a soccer ball into a goal with a caption along the lines of "It's better to try something new and fail, then to never try it". Well, it either says that or some glorious pun that goes like"Pi Jokes Are Irrational!". Also, if you did not get that joke, please exit this browser and pick up a first grade math book.
Anyway, the topic of discussion today is the power in trying new things, something, if, you're anything like me, have a hard time doing. I, frankly (or bob-ly. Whatever mid forty year old white male name you prefer), have always disagreed with the notion of what's written on the math room poster (not the Pi pun. That's bloody gold). If you try something once and fail at it, you will live the rest of your life avoiding scenarios that deal with that specific thing you tried. If you never try it, you become comfortable trying things that relate to that act, because you really don't know what's to happen whether or not you commit that act. Read that paragraph twice and then let me know if you have any questions via email, text, or pigeon.
My thoughts on this issue of trying new things has however, changed. This summer for me has been quite eventful, which is interesting because for many, it hasn't even begun. I have tried plenty of (mainly creativity oriented) new things: from MC-ing my cousin's wedding event, to making a video for that same cousin and her husband, to being the first ever person in my family to write and facilitate a comedy skit. Now that I list that all out, I should really ask my cousin for a bonus. The point is, all of these are new things that I have tried, and loved! In fact, another cousin who is getting married (we're huge..) later this summer has requested the same for her wedding, and I am so determined to beat my records.
I know a lot of people are too shy to break out of their shells, but trust me, you will be so surprised at all of your abilities and talents, you'll strengthen them and they'll get stronger as time progresses. I once read a quote that said "life starts where your comfort zone ends". The truthfulness of this quote is insurmountable. Once you begin trying new things, you realize your strengths and weaknesses and go on to become a stronger person.
Now, one may wonder, how exactly do I stop being shy?
Dear one, honestly, it's hard. That's why I've listed 2 tips that have changed my outlook on life.
All of these tips are derived from personal experience...I've loved and I've lost, kids.
1. Know your goals.
Know what you want to do, and why you want to do it. Do you want to be an amazing artist? A scientist? A writer? A kabob maker? Knowing what you want to do will help make your goals appear reachable and cause you to believe you can achieve them. Everything you do, make sure it relates to your goal. Get off Instagram and rent a book on different types of meat. Go to an art museum and be inspired. Read Pulitzer prize novels. Memorize the periodic table.
2. Increase your self esteem.
This is probably the easiest to say, and the hardest to do. Firstly, think about why your self esteem is so low. Is it a physical issue? Do you have some chub all up in your tub? (Sorry...I had to.) Do you have tomatoes sprouting off your forehead? Perhaps an ugly haircut? A pakora-ey nose? Stop sitting around and feeling bad about yourself. If you're overweight, don't read e-hows on how to find dresses that give you an hourglass figure (I speak from experience). Exercise! Join a dance team. Do yoga. Make Jillian Micheals your best friend. Stop eating cupcakes, you cow! (It's for the better). Learn to contour your nose. Look up "cute hairstyles for ugly haircuts". Stop feeling bad for yourself and stop highlighting your flaws.
A few years ago, I was really chubby. I used to feel bad for myself and mope around and cry and ask the lord why a second chin was necessary. Then a few weeks after my moping got really bad, my dad forced me to join a track group. The instructor required that we walk 4 miles every other day, assigned workout homework, and make us run up hills in Texas heat. He wasn't a bad guy or anything. He just wanted to help out. And now, because of that track group and his support, I lost 10 pounds.
All in all, you can do whatever you set your mind to. Just try.
Disclaimer: Don't get me wrong though, I still cry about my weight like every other teenage girl, mainly because it's fun to do.