I was out with some friends for dinner last night, that I haven't seen in awhile. The conversation came around to a point where I ended up telling one of them (as he didn't know) that I am gay. I was amazed at how nervous that made me. It's funny in a way. I feel like I am totally ok with it, and really I wasn't worried about him knowing, but I heard my voice get higher and faster and I started blushing. Practice I guess, or lack thereof anyhow.
It did however get me thinking about my story and where I am in it right now. There are times when I need to tell my story, or parts of it. For me, it comes down to owning my story. I can't change any of the past and there is no point worrying about it. It's my story and I have every right to tell it and to not be embarrassed or worried or nervous about it. I suspect I'll get there, but it is, for now, another part of the journey.
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