I've blogged about this before, but it bears repeating: I used to be an extremely shy child. Painfully so. I would imagine that, like me, my parents thought this was just really annoying and not at all endearing. I feel sorry for the Past them. Perhaps in adulthood, I've made up for this shortcoming.
Anyway, I'm reverting back to that horribly familiar feeling today. Usually I write this blog and say anything and everything that's on my mind. I don't take heed of who is reading it, commenting on it, or is able to judge what I've written. It's because I'm pretty sure that only Alexis Lovers are reading. Lately, however, it's come to my attention that other people (people outside The Circle) are frequenting this site and reading my innermost thoughts. So I'm feeling a bit shy now.
You know the first time you see the bedroom that belongs to someone you really really like? You feel like you are seventeen again and you shouldn't be there and that perhaps this was a mistake and you have no idea how you would articulate the feeling if you were put on the spot and had to? But you're just so thrilled to be standing where you are standing that you're willing to endure the incredibly uncomfortable feeling for the chance to find out what happens next? I feel a little like that right now. It's a very vulnerable feeling: it's panic and elation mixed together.
Anyway, I'm reverting back to that horribly familiar feeling today. Usually I write this blog and say anything and everything that's on my mind. I don't take heed of who is reading it, commenting on it, or is able to judge what I've written. It's because I'm pretty sure that only Alexis Lovers are reading. Lately, however, it's come to my attention that other people (people outside The Circle) are frequenting this site and reading my innermost thoughts. So I'm feeling a bit shy now.
You know the first time you see the bedroom that belongs to someone you really really like? You feel like you are seventeen again and you shouldn't be there and that perhaps this was a mistake and you have no idea how you would articulate the feeling if you were put on the spot and had to? But you're just so thrilled to be standing where you are standing that you're willing to endure the incredibly uncomfortable feeling for the chance to find out what happens next? I feel a little like that right now. It's a very vulnerable feeling: it's panic and elation mixed together.
This might be the fifth pillar of happiness :)
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