Vulnerability

My life is an open book. People just need to know what questions to ask me to be able to get the full story. Details and all. I spent the night talking on the phone with someone last night. This person has my respect and admiration. I'm thankful to have met them. We spent a good portion of our conversation telling stories of car accidents, past relationships, snacks, weather. No conversation is ever boring. I never want to hang up the phonre at the end of the night.

The conversation last night was about some events in my life that I don't often speak of. When I finally shared my story, I suddenly felt so vulnerable. I felt out of control of what would be of this conversation. I felt afraid of what this person would think of me. I was afraid this person would never speak to me again.

The morning's come and nothing's changed between us. I'm back to my normal self. My vulnerability lingers in the back of my mind, but my shield is to be in control of my emotions. I'm glad this person understands that. I'm glad to have this person in my life. I'm now sitting in church, stalling for another 15 minutes before I go up and practice for the service worship. I suppose that's the end of this blog. I had much more to say, I just can't seem to be able to put things in words.

<3miss chelle



The more I look down at my feet, the worse this combination of Vans and tights looks to me.
February 7th, 2010