Fear, worry and concealing feelings. All three things come naturally to us and all grow old with time.
Eventually we get sick of listening to ourselves. We get annoyed with the voice in our head, dwelling on the negative, the potential failures or downfalls.
Or we get sick of concealing our feelings. We tire of shoving them in the closet. We can hear their nails scratching at the door in the night, and wouldn’t it be easier to just let them come tumbling out and deal with them right then and there?
Yes, most likely.
Confronting all three is what makes them stop, or dampen slightly; depending on the severity.
We fear relationships. Opening ourselves up because we may get hurt. Having those feelings we’ve spent so much time and effort concealing get battered and bruised. But if you never try, you never experience anything. And then, why not be dead? Corpses are the only kind of carcasses that don’t feel a thing.
And then worry. Worry, worry, worry. What if. Well, what if? You never know until you try and there doesn’t seem much point in thinking about it, making one’s self sick over it. Better to just proceed and see what happens. The outcome is certain, no ifs, ands or buts.
I have gotten beyond sick of myself. Sick of worrying, sick of fearing and sick of concealing. Spending years as a troubled robot, back against the closet door.
The last year and a half I’ve spent dealing with this, letting myself feel, not locking myself away, to not let worry and doubt get in my way.
Granted the hardest part is opening up to other people, letting myself actually give a shit about another person and allowing myself to make the steps forward into normal “feeling” territory. Sure it scares the shit out of me. Sure I’m worried about how fucked I may get and I’ve tried to conceal the shit out of my feelings; but that’s all just wasted effort.
One foot in front of the other. Buy the ticket; take the ride. All bets are off.
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Fear, worry and concealing feelings. All three things come naturally to us and all grow old with time.
Eventually we get sick of listening to ourselves. We get annoyed with the voice in our head, dwelling on the negative, the potential failures or downfalls.
Or we get sick of concealing our feelings. We tire of shoving them in the closet. We can hear their nails scratching at the door in the night, and wouldn’t it be easier to just let them come tumbling out and deal with them right then and there?
Yes, most likely.
Confronting all three is what makes them stop, or dampen slightly; depending on the severity.
We fear relationships. Opening ourselves up because we may get hurt. Having those feelings we’ve spent so much time and effort concealing get battered and bruised. But if you never try, you never experience anything. And then, why not be dead? Corpses are the only kind of carcasses that don’t feel a thing.
And then worry. Worry, worry, worry. What if. Well, what if? You never know until you try and there doesn’t seem much point in thinking about it, making one’s self sick over it. Better to just proceed and see what happens. The outcome is certain, no ifs, ands or buts.
I have gotten beyond sick of myself. Sick of worrying, sick of fearing and sick of concealing. Spending years as a troubled robot, back against the closet door.
The last year and a half I’ve spent dealing with this, letting myself feel, not locking myself away, to not let worry and doubt get in my way.
Granted the hardest part is opening up to other people, letting myself actually give a shit about another person and allowing myself to make the steps forward into normal “feeling” territory. Sure it scares the shit out of me. Sure I’m worried about how fucked I may get and I’ve tried to conceal the shit out of my feelings; but that’s all just wasted effort.
One foot in front of the other. Buy the ticket; take the ride. All bets are off.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Fear, worry and concealing feelings. All three things come naturally to us and all grow old with time.
Eventually we get sick of listening to ourselves. We get annoyed with the voice in our head, dwelling on the negative, the potential failures or downfalls.
Or we get sick of concealing our feelings. We tire of shoving them in the closet. We can hear their nails scratching at the door in the night, and wouldn’t it be easier to just let them come tumbling out and deal with them right then and there?
Yes, most likely.
Confronting all three is what makes them stop, or dampen slightly; depending on the severity.
We fear relationships. Opening ourselves up because we may get hurt. Having those feelings we’ve spent so much time and effort concealing get battered and bruised. But if you never try, you never experience anything. And then, why not be dead? Corpses are the only kind of carcasses that don’t feel a thing.
And then worry. Worry, worry, worry. What if. Well, what if? You never know until you try and there doesn’t seem much point in thinking about it, making one’s self sick over it. Better to just proceed and see what happens. The outcome is certain, no ifs, ands or buts.
I have gotten beyond sick of myself. Sick of worrying, sick of fearing and sick of concealing. Spending years as a troubled robot, back against the closet door.
The last year and a half I’ve spent dealing with this, letting myself feel, not locking myself away, to not let worry and doubt get in my way.
Granted the hardest part is opening up to other people, letting myself actually give a shit about another person and allowing myself to make the steps forward into normal “feeling” territory. Sure it scares the shit out of me. Sure I’m worried about how fucked I may get and I’ve tried to conceal the shit out of my feelings; but that’s all just wasted effort.
One foot in front of the other. Buy the ticket; take the ride. All bets are off.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan
Eventually we get sick of listening to ourselves. We get annoyed with the voice in our head, dwelling on the negative, the potential failures or downfalls.
Or we get sick of concealing our feelings. We tire of shoving them in the closet. We can hear their nails scratching at the door in the night, and wouldn’t it be easier to just let them come tumbling out and deal with them right then and there?
Yes, most likely.
Confronting all three is what makes them stop, or dampen slightly; depending on the severity.
We fear relationships. Opening ourselves up because we may get hurt. Having those feelings we’ve spent so much time and effort concealing get battered and bruised. But if you never try, you never experience anything. And then, why not be dead? Corpses are the only kind of carcasses that don’t feel a thing.
And then worry. Worry, worry, worry. What if. Well, what if? You never know until you try and there doesn’t seem much point in thinking about it, making one’s self sick over it. Better to just proceed and see what happens. The outcome is certain, no ifs, ands or buts.
I have gotten beyond sick of myself. Sick of worrying, sick of fearing and sick of concealing. Spending years as a troubled robot, back against the closet door.
The last year and a half I’ve spent dealing with this, letting myself feel, not locking myself away, to not let worry and doubt get in my way.
Granted the hardest part is opening up to other people, letting myself actually give a shit about another person and allowing myself to make the steps forward into normal “feeling” territory. Sure it scares the shit out of me. Sure I’m worried about how fucked I may get and I’ve tried to conceal the shit out of my feelings; but that’s all just wasted effort.
One foot in front of the other. Buy the ticket; take the ride. All bets are off.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Fear, worry and concealing feelings. All three things come naturally to us and all grow old with time.
Eventually we get sick of listening to ourselves. We get annoyed with the voice in our head, dwelling on the negative, the potential failures or downfalls.
Or we get sick of concealing our feelings. We tire of shoving them in the closet. We can hear their nails scratching at the door in the night, and wouldn’t it be easier to just let them come tumbling out and deal with them right then and there?
Yes, most likely.
Confronting all three is what makes them stop, or dampen slightly; depending on the severity.
We fear relationships. Opening ourselves up because we may get hurt. Having those feelings we’ve spent so much time and effort concealing get battered and bruised. But if you never try, you never experience anything. And then, why not be dead? Corpses are the only kind of carcasses that don’t feel a thing.
And then worry. Worry, worry, worry. What if. Well, what if? You never know until you try and there doesn’t seem much point in thinking about it, making one’s self sick over it. Better to just proceed and see what happens. The outcome is certain, no ifs, ands or buts.
I have gotten beyond sick of myself. Sick of worrying, sick of fearing and sick of concealing. Spending years as a troubled robot, back against the closet door.
The last year and a half I’ve spent dealing with this, letting myself feel, not locking myself away, to not let worry and doubt get in my way.
Granted the hardest part is opening up to other people, letting myself actually give a shit about another person and allowing myself to make the steps forward into normal “feeling” territory. Sure it scares the shit out of me. Sure I’m worried about how fucked I may get and I’ve tried to conceal the shit out of my feelings; but that’s all just wasted effort.
One foot in front of the other. Buy the ticket; take the ride. All bets are off.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Fear, worry and concealing feelings. All three things come naturally to us and all grow old with time.
Eventually we get sick of listening to ourselves. We get annoyed with the voice in our head, dwelling on the negative, the potential failures or downfalls.
Or we get sick of concealing our feelings. We tire of shoving them in the closet. We can hear their nails scratching at the door in the night, and wouldn’t it be easier to just let them come tumbling out and deal with them right then and there?
Yes, most likely.
Confronting all three is what makes them stop, or dampen slightly; depending on the severity.
We fear relationships. Opening ourselves up because we may get hurt. Having those feelings we’ve spent so much time and effort concealing get battered and bruised. But if you never try, you never experience anything. And then, why not be dead? Corpses are the only kind of carcasses that don’t feel a thing.
And then worry. Worry, worry, worry. What if. Well, what if? You never know until you try and there doesn’t seem much point in thinking about it, making one’s self sick over it. Better to just proceed and see what happens. The outcome is certain, no ifs, ands or buts.
I have gotten beyond sick of myself. Sick of worrying, sick of fearing and sick of concealing. Spending years as a troubled robot, back against the closet door.
The last year and a half I’ve spent dealing with this, letting myself feel, not locking myself away, to not let worry and doubt get in my way.
Granted the hardest part is opening up to other people, letting myself actually give a shit about another person and allowing myself to make the steps forward into normal “feeling” territory. Sure it scares the shit out of me. Sure I’m worried about how fucked I may get and I’ve tried to conceal the shit out of my feelings; but that’s all just wasted effort.
One foot in front of the other. Buy the ticket; take the ride. All bets are off.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan