3 6 5
February 13, San Francisco, CA: I love my friends. I love being around them. It used to feel much harder. I think it was a matter of being guarded...and of not wanting them to know all of me. Last night, I introduced them to a part of my life that they hadn't seen before. There were several moments when on of them would be sharing something about me...a story or a memory...and look at me as if to say, "Is it ok if I share this with everyone?" It made me remember that I had built that need to control information about me into even my closest relationships. But last night it was all good. There were no boundaries and it was all in bounds. I am becoming better known by my friends. They can tell when I am joking and when I'm not. They can know when my insecurities are being triggered. They can signal me when they see me doing something that they know is inconsistent with how I'd like to be. And, in turn, I can be so much more at ease around them.
