Facing fears

Well, I faced fears. That's a good thing.

Getting involved in an event that has in recent years turned sour for me... it was a mistake for the most part. Men involved in this event have accused me of causing trouble, decided what was best for me, have been rude and disrespectful, and one of them even threatened violence.

Still I went back last year. I went back this year. I wrote a few weeks ago that I hoped I wasn't being stupid.

I don't think I was stupid for trying again. Because I faced fears. I stepped through my fear of getting hurt again before each meeting. And stepping through fears is a good thing.

But it's just not the right thing for me to be involved in. Glad I found out now, so early in the year. It would feel a lot more crappy if things went bad in the summer closer to the event.

I faced my fears. I stepped through them.

If people want to believe I'm not trustworthy, there is nothing I can do to change their minds.