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Childhood Memories

Can we really change our character?

Let me ask you something. How many times have you decided to be different and then found yourself doing the exact same thing one month later? Yes, that’s me.

Here’s what I’ve come to believe after thinking about this for a long time. We don’t really change our character. We just get better at working with it.

Take me for example. I am naturally timid. That hasn’t changed. But over time I have learned to prepare more before difficult conversations, to write things down before I speak, to put myself in smaller rooms where I feel safer showing up. The timidness is still there. I just stopped fighting it and started building around it.

That might sound like giving up. It isn’t.

The Novelty Trap

We have all felt it. A powerful book, a difficult breakup, a season of clean living and suddenly you feel like a new person. But give it a few weeks and the familiar you returns. Same reactions, same patterns. The novelty wore off and underneath it was the same person who was always there.

And this is another reason I believe character doesn’t truly change. What we sometimes mistake for transformation is really just the temporary high of something new. A new environment, a new relationship, a new version of ourselves we perform for a while before the energy runs out. The change was never in the character. It was in the novelty.

What I Think Is Actually Happening

When people talk about changing their character, I think they are describing something closer to striving. Reaching toward something better than your default setting, not replacing it. The impatient person doesn’t become patient. They just learn to pause before they speak. The impulse is still there. They have simply gotten more skilled at living with it.

To me that is actually more honest and more hopeful than the idea of change. Because you are no longer waiting to become someone else. You are finally working with who you already are.

The Self That Keeps Returning

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”

– Carl Jung

I know this firsthand. The procrastination, the overthinking, the self doubt. I have tried to shake all of it. And every time, given enough stress, they find their way back. Not because I wasn’t trying hard enough. But because they are part of how I am wired.

Maybe the answer was never to change the character. It was to understand it so well that it stops running you without your permission.

So What Are We Actually Doing When We Strive?

We are not rewriting ourselves. We are learning to be the author rather than just the character. For me that means pushing through discomfort before the overthinking talks me out of it. The patterns are still there. I have just learned to move anyway.

The Bottom Line

The self doubt still shows up. The procrastination still knocks. But I have stopped being surprised by them. And somewhere in that I have found something more useful than change. A working relationship with who I actually am.

That’s not a small thing. That might actually be everything.

And I will leave you with this. Are you still waiting to become a different person, or are you ready to get better at being yourself? Let me know your thoughts in the comments.

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Childhood Memories

Finding Myself in Small Talk

I used to dread small talk. Not just because it felt shallow but because of my shyness. Every casual conversation felt like a small test I wasn’t prepared for.

The usual questions. The weekend. How’s work. How are you?

A black and white photo of a woman and a man smiling at each other, standing near a window with soft light and shadows in an office setting.

It always felt like a performance. Like everyone else had been given a script I never received. So I smiled, nodded, and counted the minutes until the conversation ended. I felt relieved, but also quietly ashamed.

For a long time I thought the problem was shyness. That if I could just be less shy, small talk would stop feeling so heavy.

But recently I’ve been thinking about it differently.

Maybe the discomfort wasn’t about shyness at all. Maybe it was about not knowing myself well enough to show up even in a two-minute conversation about nothing.

Because small talk, as shallow as it seems, asks something of you. It asks you to be present. To respond. To reveal, even slightly, what kind of person you are. And if you don’t know what kind of person you are, that’s terrifying.

So I started paying attention. Not to what other people were saying, but to my own reactions. What made me light up mid-conversation. What made me go quiet.

Slowly, I started finding clues.

I noticed I came alive when conversations turned to feelings over facts. I noticed I preferred depth over humour, though I loved when both showed up together. I noticed that the conversations I replayed in my head weren’t the awkward ones. They were the ones where I had said something true.

Small talk, it turns out, has been one of my greatest teachers.

Not because it taught me how to talk. but because it taught me how to listen.

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Introvert Life Mental Health

Introvert struggling at work

All these years, I’ve been working, but I never seem to stay long in one place.

The truth is, until today, I still struggle with pressure.

Ten Years, Many Roles, No Real Fit

I’ve been a quiet person since young, as I mentioned in my earlier posts. Sometimes, I wonder if this is the main reason why I can’t survive in most jobs. Almost every job requires interaction—talking, networking, building relationships. And for nearly ten years, I’ve been jumping from one corporate role to another, trying to fit in.

From admin to marketing, HR, operations, and sales. I’ve tried many paths. But there hasn’t been much success.

The Real Problem — I Don’t Socialize Well

One big reason is this: I’m not able to socialize well.

I don’t socialize enough. I’m not good at small talk. And in corporate life, small talk is important especially when you need help from others. People bond over casual conversations, jokes, and random chats.

But for me, even this “simple” thing feels difficult. Sigh..

I often have nothing to talk about. I’m more of a loner. Unless someone speaks to me first, I usually keep quiet. I don’t talk unnecessarily. Growing up, I was taught to keep my mouth shut, to not talk too much, to not cause trouble.

So I learned to stay silent.

And now, that silence seems to be working against me.

I feel like I’m in my last lap already. If this doesn’t work, I don’t even know what job can I do. I’m tired. Really tired.

Yet, I keep trying.

Not because I’m confident but because I’m unwilling to give up.

Even though many times, reality has proven that maybe… I’m just not suited for corporate life.

Tired, But Not Giving Up

Yesterday, I was criticized for being timid and quiet because I make mistake

I felt it was unfair.

In my heart, I kept asking:
What does being timid and quiet have to do with making a mistake?

I admit when I’m wrong. I’m willing to learn. But does being timid mean I deserve to be looked down on? Does it mean people can bully me?

Just because I don’t talk much doesn’t mean I have no thoughts.
It doesn’t mean I don’t care.
It doesn’t mean I’m weak.

Silence Is My Shield — But It Cuts Both Ways

I stay quiet because I don’t want to create conflict. Because I’m afraid of hurting others. Because I’ve learned that speaking up can sometimes bring trouble.

But sometimes, staying silent hurts too.

Still Searching. Still Trying.

Right now, I honestly don’t know what my next step is.

All I know is this:
I’m still searching.
Still trying.