Happy with My Few

Almost every person goes through that stage of life where he or she dreams of being that one person that stands out, the one that everyone reveres and in some ways practically worships.  There is that dream that everyone will find you so stunningly beautiful and so extraordinarily talented that the attention you wish for comes to you in abundance.  Everyone wants to be like you.  Your social media followers are numbered in the thousands, if not more.

I suppose I am as guilty as anyone else in wanting this at some point in my life.  As a human like others, there are moments when it would be wonderful to have the attention I never get.  It feels wonderful to be noticed, but because of my personality it seems like I tend to end up in what I call, "the shadows," in the end, meaning that I can be in a place and go unnoticed.  It seems as if even when I seek the spotlight, somehow the cue is in the wrong place, and I'm still left in the dark.  Such is the life of the quiet one.

You'd think that with such a thought I'd be miserable.  Truth is I start thinking about what it would be like to be out there in the spotlight all the time, and I honestly think that I'm better off the way I am.  Yes, there are times when I crave attention, but I'm one of those odd people who doesn't know what to do with myself when I actually get it.

I don't want people practically worshiping me, and it doesn't bother me that people don't flock to me like a magnet.  I don't have a lot of people following me on social media, but that doesn't bother me.

Numbers don't define me.  My worth doesn't rely on them, nor do my gifts and abilities. My happiness doesn't rely on them.  Anyone who uses these places to tell them who they are limit themselves from all they are capable, and I refuse to let them define me.

Let everyone else have their thousands of followers.  I'm happy enough with my few.