A few weeks ago, I told my friend Missy that I was nervous about going to a scrapbook crop. She asked why and I said I didn't like groups, blah, blah, blah. She cut me off and called me out. Her exact words were, 'You're just afraid they won't like you.'
Um, what? I was speechless, mostly because, well, she was right. I'd just never realized it. Here's some evidence to support her claim.
I hate going to parties, but I love throwing them. I hate participating in group projects at conferences, but I love brainstorming at work. I hate the thought of joining a team, but I love the camaraderie that goes along with playing a team sport.
Yep. I can't get away with the 'group' excuse anymore. It's obviously not group activities that I dislike, it's the fear that I won't be accepted. Am I really still a teenage girl on the inside? Have I learned nothing in my 3-plus decades on Earth?