This email is one month old, I wrote it:
“I feel so awkward with sharing about this part of me. A fear of being laughed at or perhaps an insecurity about what I feel or find while using non-objective senses. I posted a little bit on the weblog, and then I felt this insecurity raising inside of me. What will people think and most of all how will they approach me now they know? What will happen if my friends and others read my blog and stumble upon this kind of info?”
Guess what? Now I shared paranormal stuff and nothing happened. The thing that I fear did not happen. How awkward those preconceived notions that I have about what will happen. In retrospect I know that most of them do not happen at all.
In my life I was so sure: I would hit the wall in the sense of people ridiculing me and not believing me. But I can see that there is a possible escape. It does not need to be that way. I can trust myself and not mind so much about what happens. I cannot control how others react anyway. The more I let go of my fears, the more I am healed. Accepting and trusting myself, and enjoy life as much as I can.
Blogging feels good, this is post number 106, I live on house number 106 too. I blog for myself to get things out of my head. In a way I delete stuff by blogging about it and then I make room for new thoughts. Life is good. My husband is making his wonderful coffee with milk, I will drink it in the sun on the terrace. This is what it is like to live like me.