Sunday, February 17, 2013

Dearie, marry the mole!

I wish, so very desperately, that I had insane, extraordinary courage. If I could be granted one gift, I would wish for that -- to be so courageous that I would never not know, that I would never have any moments of regrets or self-doubt, that when I look at a person I could know exactly what I mean to them.

I think that I am terrified of feelings. Not my own, but other people's. Maybe that makes me shallow, the fear of what people think of me. But really, I think it happens to everyone who is lonely or sad or hurt. We just find the hole inside ourselves where insecurities and fears thrive, and we get lost for a little while.

How do I climb back out of the hole?