I watched this video at work today and just started crying right there over the towels I was folding.
I used to be that person. The one in a shell. Painfully shy.
Just like Harry, theatre was one of the things that helped to break that shell. But I can’t help feeling like if I had this video back then I might have chiselled my way out of it sooner.
I think about how I was back then and I feel like in a way my shell was necessary, just as Ze Frank narrates, but I hid in that shell far longer than I needed to.
And now, I’m thriving. I’m the kind of person who loves people and social interaction, and I’m brave and fun and exciting. I’m moving to a new country just because I want to.
I’m leaving my shell behind.