In The Eyes of An Observer

In reflection of the observer mindset, I digress with the opposite side of the coin, an extroverted introvert becoming a humbled observer.

This story & poem was inspired by Amanda’s post (about living life as an constant observer): The Observant Writer

Growing up I was always an extrovert. Talkative, a bit hyper, outgoing, and an over sharer. Sometimes oversharing had dug me into deep holes, regrets, or my vulnerabilities being held against me. As my teen years approached, the insecurities faded in. Slowly and then all at once. The traumas of life really began to unfold and a new version of myself emerged. I became rebellious, out spoken, rude, and a little chaotic and confused. Like most angsty teens. And throughout my journey, I never allowed myself to become the observer. Through my rebellious teenager years, I yearned to be seen and heard, and people pleasing became a toxic habit that merged within my personality. I forgot how to merely observe life, observe those around me, and take a deep breath. I forgot how to be present in my awareness and show up in the reality that was presented to me. I was always daydreaming of a better outcome, a better life, a brighter future. Getting lost in the endless possibilities of my mind and neglecting my healing, which led and sabotaged most…