Comfort my worries, please! That’s all I ask. Talking softly, MIGHT help. Assuring me I’m safe, MIGHT help. Using watered-down language (asking ime f I LIKE you vs. all the made-up trouble I’ll get into saying I LOVE you, MIGHT help).
I am still trying to manifest some confidence into my bones, over here. I proposed that topic of study in group yesterday.
Just the fact that I’m “plotting these points” in my development shows my eagerness. I am 33 and in the prime of my life as far as I see it. I already have touches of that sexy grey-ness in certain areas.
Just this morning, I breathed through a whole adult-sized error on my part! (FAT FINGERS)
I’m man enough to admit I WANT MORE. I’m man enough to admit I WANT to be considered. I’m man enough to admit I WANT to be guided through certain social interactions and I’m man enough to admit that I WANT softness.
Putting past hesitations behind me is a big step! I wish I felt like one wrong step didn’t equal people never being seen again. I STILL care too much.
That’s it for today!