Got an email from estrip wondering why I only blogged once and how old I was..lol
I read my one and only blog and will write another. Again about fear. My friend's son died. Made me think about life and what I would want to be saying on my death bed. Would I want to be saying I wish I did this or that but I was too afraid at the time?
Today I read an article about Crete, one of the Greek Islands. I want to go live there for some time, like two months or three.
I hope I have enough courage to do it. I would not want to be wishing I did as I lay dying or am in the nursing home, too feeble to move.
What am I so afraid of? The details???
Like what would I do with my house? and the cat? and the car? and the bills?
And my job?
Curage enough to think that I would find another job if mine were not waiting for me when I got back. Or faith enought to believe that it will all work out.
In the mean time, I am working on unconditionally loving and acepting myself each and every day in each and every way.
So, I love myself for being afraid. I love myself for having a dream.
Yesterday, I loved the me that was hating me and putting me down. That was fun.

Ok, I am having trouble submitting my first ever blog. Am worried about all sorts of things. Like will some people I know read this and know it is me? And why do I care? I seem to want to be able to publish with anonymity.
So, here I have submitted my first blog about having trouble blogging. And am wishing I has the courage to write what I really feel.