So, here’s the sitch. Compliments make me really uncomfortable. While I do appreciate the sentiments, and I’m grateful when someone has something sweet to say, I struggle to welcome admiration with ease. I usually end up trying to reach for the nearest pocket to stick my hands into or grab my coffee cup in hopes that I might just choke on the bean. Someone once told me I had the loveliest smile, and I immediately folded my lips over my teeth to smudge them with lipstick and awkwardly made a joke asking, “Are you sure?” Seriously, what in the world is wrong with me? As time goes on, and the more I put myself out there, some of you (and strangers) have had some charming things to say. Words of encouragement are often shared, and the most flattering comments always circle back to the fact that I’m somehow inspiring. So, how does a person handle the pressure of acknowledging a compliment without painting their teeth red or turning to humour? I’m really not sure. But here’s what I’m going to try and do.
I’ll acknowledge my team.
The people I’m working with are really terrific. So, if you’re loving what’s happening over here at Connexionista, it’s likely got something to do with them too. If I start gabbing about the beautiful humans who are contributing time and effort to this venture, it’s really because without them, this project wouldn’t be the same and they deserve some recognition too.
I’ll ask you to tell someone about us.
Honestly, the biggest compliment you could give me is to tell your friends that we exist. Maybe we make you feel good with our IG stories and posts. Perhaps our words are what resonates with you. Whatever the case may be, if you take the time to tell me that you love what’s happening here, I’ll kindly ask you to share our story. Because as we continue to grow, we’ll be able to connect you to more of the people, places, and things we love! And we could really use your help!
I’ll say a simple thank you.
Yup. I’m going to work on accepting that thank you is indeed enough to appreciate a compliment. It’s almost the same as saying “no” and acknowledging that it’s a full sentence. I may turn fifty shades of red and find myself tongue-tied, (see what I did there?), but if I say it, I’ll genuinely mean it. Seriously. It warms my heart to hear that the little bits we’re doing are inspiring some of you. I can’t begin to repay those who’ve talked me through the many things that have led me here. So, thank you heaps for all of the lovin’.
I know this probably all sounds ridiculous. I’m certainly not the only one who struggles to hear kind things from those around them, but nine times out of ten I’m the one who walks away from these moments shaking my head thinking, “What the f&ck did you just say?”. (Insert eye roll.) I’m not sorry I’m weird. I’m certainly not going to apologize for being myself. Hopefully, as times goes on, I’ll be better at interacting under these circumstances and when someone has something nice to say I won’t press Stila’s Fiery shade of red all over my pearly whites.
How are you with compliments? Can you handle them? Do you struggle to play it cool? Any horrifying story you might have to share would be certainly appreciated.