refusing to ask "what if?" . . .
long cyber chat with a best friend yesterday was goodness. not red wine on the couch or balcony goodness, but so needed and wonderful nonetheless.
it is intense to be sitting on the cusp of something so great and massive. it could work, it could be wonderful. but a willingness to take a risk, make a commitment, to "jump out of the plane" is necessary.
i think i could do it. i really think i could. but i'm only half of this. and somehow i've managed to find someone even more fearful that i am.
but now i know i have to ask. i have to say how i feel. why stop being honest when we get to the big stuff?
i don't ever want to live with "what if?". so i have to play my part in it.
this is scary stuff.
but i'm still just so bloody happy.
it is intense to be sitting on the cusp of something so great and massive. it could work, it could be wonderful. but a willingness to take a risk, make a commitment, to "jump out of the plane" is necessary.
i think i could do it. i really think i could. but i'm only half of this. and somehow i've managed to find someone even more fearful that i am.
but now i know i have to ask. i have to say how i feel. why stop being honest when we get to the big stuff?
i don't ever want to live with "what if?". so i have to play my part in it.
this is scary stuff.
but i'm still just so bloody happy.