If things in my life are going badly...or if they're just silly and normal...I can ramble and write/spout off nonsense for hours. But...when things are going really, really well and I'm scared, I tend to not write...not want to talk about it all. Shut down. Bottle it up. Not KNOW what to say. Whatever is in that fear make me not want to bare my soul as usual. This is when I SHOULD wear my heart on my sleeve, but instead I wipe it off, and hide it in my pocket.
Time to Share?
I have a huge crush. I have a huge crush on a man I've never met in person. I have a huge crush on a man who does things that are very cool. Yesterday in the mail I got the book that he sent me...the book that he wrote...a book about all of his travels and adventures. The more I read this book, the less confident I start to feel about this being a possible "match". I have no idea what I can offer this older, more sophisticated, more worldly man. The biggest adventures in my life are grappling with 18-year old freshmen for a parking space at school, finishing a set of push-ups and pull-ups at the gym, or wrestling my daughter to the ground for a bath. Maybe I can teach him all about Sponge-Bob Square Pants?
This is again one of those times where things seem too good to be true. The emails we send back and forth would suggest that there is a great interest and curiosity on both sides, and that something really good could possibly come from this!!! His ...
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