titleless (life)

I've recently been on a rash of dates. As reaction, I've been mentally composing blogs with bad titles (the worst being "what men want"). I have been a little confused, a little surprised, and much more caught up in looking cute than I normally am on a Sunday evening. I can be a little insecure when it comes to the whole dating thing. Sometimes, I don't connect to people and feel bad. Other times, I get caught up and then I hope.

Then, in a moment of quiet, I realized I was focused on all of the stuff I try to avoid in my life--questioning the things I do, over analyzing, not enjoying moments for they are. I am going on dates. I am not facing the firing squad. I could meet someone I like.

When I allow myself to be motivated by fear, I don't like what happens. When I just go ahead and do what I want to do, I am normally pretty happy with the results.