Sharpest tool
Even the sharpest tools rust when they aren't used. Not to say I am the sharpest tool, or was ever the sharpest tool in the shed, but I would consider myself as a pretty determined, self focused and mentally organized person who is at the very least able to completely and coherently frame what she wants to express. But lately, I have been feeling as if I am at a loss for words. I am losing the confidence because I think that what I am saying could be factually incorrect or it could be misinterpreted. Which has resulted in a much quieter and reserved person. While, it can be presumed to be a sign of maturity, I hardly think that it is mature to stop yourself from expressing. While I might be basking in the nostalgic grandeur, I think it isn't irrational for me to dream of becoming a mature version of the more expressive younger girl that I was. At the very least, it can help me truly recognize what I have learned and intellectually achieved in all this years of reserved quietnes...