Day Fifty-Nine
All day, one thought has been circling in my head: You’re too intense.
That’s what I was told at work yesterday.
You’re too intense.
And it got me to thinking. If you think I’m too intense at a job that I’m not even passionate about, what would you think if you ever came to one of the many talks I’ve given about my books? What would you think if you I started talking about one of the many things I love?
You’re too intense.
To me I hear: you’re unrelatable You’re too much. You need to shrink yourself to be more digestible. You need to be boring. You need to be small. You need to be quiet.
I spent a lot of my life being those things. I don’t know how many more years I have left here, but I refuse to be small in order to make someone else comfortable.
I will be intense.
I will be direct.
I will be unyeilding.
Maybe it’s not me. Maybe it’s you.
