No one's going to agree with me on everything, even those I only confide in. But it's the mutual respect and love that gives me faith that my friends won't judge me. And it's so amazing! We take risks when we do this. Big risks. You never really know if what you say will remain tight-lipped or if the person you confide in will still be in your life in the coming years. But being vulnerable is good. It teaches us a lot about our strength and character. (I still battle with properly handling vulnerability on a daily basis. I believe that is perhaps why I've been a serial dater for the past five years.)
And you, dear reader, see a tiny little sparkle that is me, my methods of thinking - but the real meaty conversations happen in person with friends and family, whom I love and who love me too. (Over wine, our philosophies and debates are so intriguing!) And now, my Marine Man is part of that special crew and - well, his opinion matters too now. And of course, it's scary to be vulnerable to a new person.
It's hard to be as candid here as I was prior to him finding my blog. It's
not a bad thing by any means, it just means that now I rethink and
retype everything at least three times before posting!
How is it possible for one person to simultaneously make me scared shitless and amazingly happy?
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