tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post4060107792082510734..comments2024-02-20T21:39:49.265-08:00Comments on I Am Neurotic And I Need Help...: Out Of My Comfort Zone.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237058236131496554noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-48420373774721656162014-04-01T12:51:27.638-07:002014-04-01T12:51:27.638-07:00Frankie I can so relate, except that I have no bus...Frankie I can so relate, except that I have no business using scissors on my hair. Lol. I absolutely am honored to put your blog on blog roll!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10237058236131496554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-83983857101811304962014-03-31T16:31:48.161-07:002014-03-31T16:31:48.161-07:00PS Thanks so much for putting me on your blog roll...PS Thanks so much for putting me on your blog roll! :DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356119484782485517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-18744706053091434392014-03-31T16:30:18.261-07:002014-03-31T16:30:18.261-07:00The hair cutting thing reminded me of how I used t...The hair cutting thing reminded me of how I used to go nutty every year (and not notice), lock myself in the bathroom, and chop off all my long hair into about a chin-length bob with bangs. I couldn't stop myself, and I'd stay in there for hours, itchy and covered in hair. This went on for years until I told a significant other to put away the fucking scissors. I did good though. I had always cut my own hair anyway. I would just regret it in the next few days.<br />I think being scared of things is ok to a certain point, too, especially because once you do those things or overcome them, you find out how they weren't really scary, or how much more brave you have become, and kids will see that too. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356119484782485517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-60362362229164207462014-03-28T21:08:21.948-07:002014-03-28T21:08:21.948-07:00Thank you Amy, I couldn't agree more! We are p...Thank you Amy, I couldn't agree more! We are pretty brave if you think about it. I mean we do keep trying and that has to stand for something. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10237058236131496554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-7318599597223094242014-03-28T21:03:15.900-07:002014-03-28T21:03:15.900-07:00Thank you so much Savanna! I hope you have a magni...Thank you so much Savanna! I hope you have a magnificent weekend as well! :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10237058236131496554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-53806047440607226112014-03-28T12:01:16.134-07:002014-03-28T12:01:16.134-07:00I think you are right, it is okay to be scared as ...I think you are right, it is okay to be scared as long as you still try. Some of the bests things can come out if taking a risk, it's just hard to get courage!! You will be good enough, and you can at least day that you tried- which better than saying you didn't even give it a chance! Good luck with your message! The bangs will grow back :) have a good weekend friend!Savannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12579546375088933624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871433400980375714.post-54330976137963971702014-03-28T07:53:06.179-07:002014-03-28T07:53:06.179-07:00Living in so much fear of everything has defiitely...Living in so much fear of everything has defiitely been a challenge for me as well. It's easier to just try to avoid those things, though some obviously can't be avoided at all times. I have to work really hard to step out of my comfort zone, to endure what scares me. Most of the time I find it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Sometimes I end up having a really bad panic attack, but after that is over, I have never regretted making the effort to try. I think our children view our efforts as success even when we still see failure. My daughters (ages 14 and 11) have told me that they are proud of me. That gives me tears of joy, of accomplishment, though I still fight the urge to feel guilty. I want to be the brave grown up to them, not like a child who needs encouragement. But still, it's a step in the right direction, and that's all any of us can do...just take it step by step. Amy Purdyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08211334175857761051noreply@blogger.com