"Shy" can lead to good places such as a healthy sense of modesty and joyful cooperation. Often times a quiet environment can support a blossoming of the shy spirit that noise or rancour would suppress. Yet, even given this, the shy can become heroes when their heart lights the way to a good place and when the alternative is pain.
I am sparks in the night because I use braveness to overcome being shy, yet that shyness remains because it is an important part of me.
The shy part of myself, the cautious spirit, is woven with the adventurous part and they must always accommodate one another's wishes. Perhaps this inner negotiation is how I come to be a good negotiator for others. I hear and see both what is on the surface and their inner struggles too. I have to see their inner angels and their monsters, and help them through their inner negotiations as I am facilitating the external negotiations. I guess that is somewhat meta, but reality is.
I am an underwater spirit, not the bold sun in the sky. I am the fish in the cool shallows, never the hawk who hunts above. I am wind-chimes in a spring breeze, never a storm to bring all the wrong kinds of excitement. But I promise if you give me a chance, in our home I will be the warmth, the love and the laugher. I am not without zest, I just need a safe and quiet place to be myself.
Gabriel was so proud of her hair but it wasn't the best thing about her. It fell in red ringlets about her pale skin, so striking that it was the only thing anyone every commented on. But Ryan barely noticed it. He could drink in her words like a strong wine and enjoy feeling tipsy. He watched her like she had the stars in her hands and soft petals at her feet. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. But first things first, he had to ask her out on a date and his nerves were so bad he shook at just the thought.