*(Okay, so I stole the title from Sex and the City, but I’m giving the writers credit now. Hopefully that suffices and will prevent me from being sued, but it’s the only word I could use to best describe how I feel.)
I’m going to use the cheesy bike-riding analogy… because I want to and because it works. When you learn to ride a bike, you’re scared you’re gonna fall off and get hurt. Of course, you eventually do fall down, scrape your knee, spill some tears, and get a band-aid (and hopefully some money for when the ice-cream truck rolls around!). But you get back on the bike. And, yes, most likely, you fall off again. Maybe it’s worse this time– maybe you scrape your knee AND your elbow. But do you throw the bike out? No way. Do you get back on? Absofuckinlutely.
I think that, as we get older, we forget these little lessons. Have I fallen off the bike in my relationships and friendships? Of course. Have I gotten hurt? Oh hell yeah. Will I get back on the bike? Absofuckinlutely.