Yes, Danna, exactly. I did mean to be careful, of yourself. You wrote of a pattern of hope, and loss, and hope is a powerful drug. Don’t let it cloud your judgment, and please, trust your intuition rather than your emotions or physicality. As I said, been there, done that, more than a few times. Eventually, the risks may not be worth it, and more…
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose my feelings is to risk exposing my true self.
To place my ideas and my dreams before a crowd is to risk embarrassment.
To love os to risk not being loved on return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk…
I’d like to celebrate the fact that my love lost pushed me into taking the biggest risk and move of my life. Thank you, lost love, for not being available when I needed you and for planting the seeds of discontent. Without you, I wouldn’t have purged my stuff, packed up, and moved out West!