I think once my dog died, I decided to get out more and live without the fear that kept me stuck in place. Before this happened I had been turning down invitations to go out, preferring the comfort of my couch, to the fear of the unknown. I scrutinized each and every relationship request, making hard and fast decisions.
I let go and decided to take on more risks, and have gotten out more. I haven't been living perfectly, but I have been living. And making choices. I am glad to know that I am still setting boundaries. For example, just this week I ended a conversation with one person who had relentlessly contacted me after I was able to get him to admit he was currently in a relationship. I don't do that. Sure, I'm dating, and I will date several men until the decision is made that this is the one to pursue, and then the doors to all others are shut.
But I don't date if I am in a serious relationship, never strayed from my marriages, and expect the same from the people I am seeing. This man couldn't figure out why this made a difference. The fact that he couldn't figure that out WAS the difference.
So, living with less fear - yes. But with boundary choices still firmly in place.
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