I’m listening to the fireworks and my heart thudding in my chest. I’m not sure which one is louder.
You know who you are, Friend, and now you know who I am, too. And although I’m 97% sure I’m safe in telling you, the 3% has me all a-flutter.
It is both a relief and exhilerating to be able to wear my pointy hat around you, and to share my journeys as I continue to rediscover things. I’m moving very slowly, as this blog will attest, but I am moving. Being solitary means I have to teach myself. Being closeted means I have to move further afield for connections with like individuals. Being sensitive means I have to be guarded. Being trusting means I don’t guard myself enough. But I trust you – I know you will not hurt me. It’s just not your style.
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