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    Before I get to the topic of today’s blog entry, I need to post something before I forget about it again for the umpteenth time. I’ve been doing a lot of work over the past month on the Heather Show CafePress store, and I wanted to announce something new that I’m very, very proud of. It’s the brand new 2005 Heather Show Bombshells calendar. Now, before you all start thinking this nice little Mormon girl has lost her mind, it’s not what it sounds like exactly. 🙂 Rather, it’s full of the lovely silhouette designs found throughout the site, and it features words of wisdom from (in)famous bombshells. Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Edith Head, Elizabeth Taylor, they’re all there. It’s sassy, it’s brassy, it’s a calender hum-dinger! You know you want it. Please take a look and let me know what you think. And of course, if you buy one, I’ll love you forever.

    Which leads me to the topic of today’s blog. Love. It’s awfully complicated. Women play games, men can have one-track minds; women can be manipulative, men can keep their feelings bottled up. And vice versa in every instance. But the more I see love, the more I experience it, the more I realize it really doesn’t have to be that complicated. That is, if people would quit being silly about it.

    What brought this on? Am I in love? As far as I know, not at the moment. But over the past few months, quite a few of my friends have been getting engaged. The most recent friend to pop the question ended up popping the question to another friend of mine.

    These two friends – let’s call them Joe and Lisa – have known each other longer than they’ve known me, but apparently this whole lovey-dovey stuff is relatively new. I can’t help but wonder, though, did Joe love Lisa long before this officially started? Was he too afraid to say anything, thus delaying the ‘them’ scenario? Did he have to spend all those years working up the courage to even hold her hand?

    I asked one of my trusted male friends about this, but it didn’t help me understand it. While I understand the whole fear of rejection thing, I guess it’s just not in my nature. For as long as I can remember I’ve been far more afraid of living my life with the question, “what if?” It’s pretty much the root of everything I ever do – what if I’d never started the Daily Prophet? What if I’d never had the guts to email a random television producer about an idea I had? What if I’d never investigated the possibility of driving with the Ferrari Challenge? Do you see a pattern here?

    I’m so afraid of regrets that I give no thought to rejection. I’ve been rejected a lot in my various pursuits, but I don’t see it as a failure. In a way, it’s a triumph. I worked up the guts to approach someone, I presented my case, I stood up for myself, and I took a risk. It took courage, confidence, and poise. With each rejection, I developed those attributes, which serve me well when I get more positive responses to my proposals. Without those rejections there’s no way I’d be where I am today, doing what I’m doing, and having so much fun with it. If I lived my life dreaming elaborate dreams, but never took that leap of faith in asking, I would never accomplish anything. Then I would be a failure, because I never tried. Every rejection is proof that I tried, and I’m proud of that.

    Sure, love isn’t exactly the same. It’s emotional and monumental, but in the end, the reward of confession can be so great that it surely must be worth the risk. There are certain situations where it might be inappropriate or disrespectful to confess your feelings, of course. But like Joe and Lisa, what would have happened if Joe had worked up the courage to hold Lisa’s hand a year ago? Heck, they could be married by now. Love could have been a lot more simple, and a lot less agonizing for Joe as he struggled with his fear of rejection.

    I’ve heard some concerns that maybe people don’t confess their feelings for fear they’ll ‘harm the friendship.’ Out of the few times a friend has told me they loved me, that confession has never once harmed my friendship with them (subsequent behavior has on a few occasions, but that’s not related to the confession itself). I guess it depends on the friendship, and most importantly, how those feelings are confessed.

    I guess what I’m getting at is, life is too short to bottle things up. The longer you keep it hidden, your heart may become overly attached, thus making any potential rejection that much more painful. And with that painful of a rejection, that may damage the friendship more than any initial confession would have. What if by waiting you’re delaying happiness? Or, if you do get rejected, maybe all that time spent focusing on one pursuit kept you from noticing another golden opportunity. Open your mouth, send a definitive signal. You’ll either find happiness, or you’ll just get it over with. That way you’ll never have to ask yourself, what if I hadn’t waited? What if I had only told them how I really feel?

    I know that’s easier said than done, but seriously, life is full of surprises. Some are beautiful, but some of them aren’t as pleasant as others. Who knows what will happen tomorrow, so take advantage of today and don’t miss out on something that could bring you such happiness. Don’t ever be afraid to say I love you.