Being and introvert in an extroverted world.

I cannot tell you how long it has taken me to come out of my shell. Or how long it took to stop saying no. Or stop asking for fear of rejection. I look at all these other photographers killing the game and I wonder, How? How is it that they are getting to snap all these photos and doing all these tings? Are my photos really that bad? Do people not like my work? Do people not like me? I said it all and I asked it all. And as all those ridiculous questions were asked, I was missing out. I missed out on all the would be's. All because this introvert would not come out of her shell. I hid the real me. The me I knew I was on the inside, just did not know how to be on the outside. All I could see was the flaws. What people thought.

Fast Forward........

Now I don't give a flying rats poo. Well about certain things, like my sailor mouth. I do try and contain that. But everything else. NOPE. I have learned from years of self help books and growth, "other people's opinions are none of my business" You know why? Because my opinions are none of there's.

There comes a time in your life where things just shift. I'm not sure if it is age, growth, knowledge, medication, friends or heck all of the above. But I am grateful for the change. Because of this change, I have stepped out into the world of experience. Done a few things outside my comfort zone. Things that a total extravert would do without hesitation.

Before, I would have never posted these pictures. Not because they are bad, I love them, but because it isn't the "norm". I have learned to try and match styles. To what I think would fit my client. Like these boys are a bunch of purebred rednecks. Their club is called Shitbox Mentality. So a little drama for these boys was what this called for. Had I stuck to caring, I would have missed this opportunity for creativeness. I would have followed the crowd. Who wants a world that boring? Not me, my ADD cannot handle it.