He’s holding an armful of pink tulips and wearing a hungry, focused expression. His blue eyes travel up and down over my body, and I feel almost shy under his gaze.
“You’re a goddess.”
He says it like a normal person would say, “Your dress is white.
– Author: Liz Reinhardt
Sometimes I remember what it feels like to be shy.
This morning I had those creeping nerves, suggesting that I should just stay at home.
And then I remembered why I was heading out of the door, straightened my shoulders and smiled.
The tension transforming from fear to excitement
I’ll never be an extrovert, but I now have a quiet confidence often mistaken for shyness.
That’s a wonderful lesson to be taught.