The absence of fear is but an illusion...

I've always felt like I'm a pretty strong person.

Was never really afraid of the dark when I was a kid, never been one of those kinda girls to scream in terror at lizards or cockroaches (rather I merely release a little yelp and shudder in disgust).

I've weathered through some pretty tough situations and experiences - most of my peers cannot begin to fathom.

Admittedly, perhaps I grew up rather sheltered... protected by loving parents who tried their best to provide as much as they could, but more importantly teaching me strong values centered around the love of Christ.


I've also been the rather impulsive, emotional, impetuous type.
Took me a good 20 years to really understand that about myself.
I suspect it will take me more than that amount of time to adequately learn how to manage this impulsive nature.

Rather like a bull, I plough through situations and problems, confronting them head-on.


So it sure did startle me, when in the middle of some reflective thoughts today, I realized - I'm terribly afraid.

I'm afraid to give the men I meet a chance.
You know how it is -- when you first meet a person, chemistry (or none) dictates whether you shelve that person under the "friend", or "flame" category?
Well, suffice to say that my Male "friend" shelf is getting pretty crowded.


Honestly, I don't know anymore - what type of person I might want to be with.
IF I want to actually be with someone.
Sometimes I'm so busy with day-to-day activities..., perhaps it's best not to get emotionally involved with anyone.
Emotions are messy.

But isn't there a beauty in mess?



My thoughts run off....

Yes.
I am afraid.
I'm afraid to invest love only to find myself rejected, disappointed, unworthy...


Does this mean I am bereft of hope?
Absolutely not.
The presence of fear does not necessarily mean that hope is lost.

Right?