I've decided I am not going to do that anymore. I am going to embrace the messiness of living with my heart on my sleeve and my filter off. I am going to tell people I love them or they've rocked my world or they make my toes curl or they make my head hurt or they make me sad or tired or angry. Not in an in-your-face, obnoxious, it's-all-about-me kind of way, but I am going to be real. I'm done worrying about whether or not they will still like or respect me or whether or not I will scare the hell out of them.
Life is complicated - feelings are messy.
It's all about whether or not we are willing to wade into the mess, willing to swim in it until it's either not such a mess or it becomes a comfortable mess that determines how passionately we feel and how passionately we live. Passion, by definition, brings pain. But it is worth it.
I am thankful for the good, good, good people who have been there through the mess and the brave, brave, brave people who are willing to wade into it with me. You are why I rediscovered my smile.
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