If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me why I’m not married yet, I’d be a pretty rich gal. I always respond with your typical answers that go something along the lines of, “Oh, I just haven’t found the right one”, but the truth is I’m not married because I’m SO very good at running away from men. It’s hard to let someone in to see your heart when you feel like it’s with someone else.
When I was young, I was painfully, painfully shy. You wouldn’t know it by looking at me today, but there was a time in my life I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to people I liked. I always worried about being weird…being rejected…not being liked. It went on this way for many years and eventually evolved into one big pity party. I used to think how unfair it was that others could make friends so easily, that they could talk to others without a care in the world. That being vulnerable didn’t send them running in 5 different directions.