What if I pour my heart out on this blog and nobody reads it? Or worse, what if I pour my heart out and spend hours writing about a country and people I love, only to find out that my facts are wrong, that I had the wrong image of Russia all along?
It begins quickly: a wry comment, an unexpected commonality, maybe even a favorite ice cream, and I'm hooked. I relax, I be myself, I start trusting, and I start loving.
Bad crazy: setting traps for your neighbor's dog because it keeps pooping on your magnolias. Good crazy: Actually listening to the little voice that prompts you to reach for the stars.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like me again. And I realized: I've been living my life for other people.