I don't think I embarrass easily.
let's take nudity... now maybe I should blame being a mother... because I can tell you when I was younger and I was in a change room and someone was naked... that blush... it crept into my cheeks. Post Alice and Isla, post countless ultrasounds (not the nice belly kind), post twin vaginal delivery... yeah nudity... pleeease
next there's sex. nothing about sex embarrasses me, nope.. nothing
So there are two things that make me blush
getting in trouble and admitting that I really, truly want something
getting my hand slapped (metaphorically of course) is the lesser of the two evils. and believe me, I can count the times this has happened over the course of my thirty years on my two hands. I am not a rule breaker. I am a rule follower which may make me boring but it keeps that pink out of my cheeks.
admitting that I really, truly want something... bordering on bearing my soul... now that is what makes me blush.
that is why, last week, while I sat on the countertop in our upstairs main bathroom while Andrew gave Alice and Isla their bath, I felt the unfamiliar heat creep into my cheeks.
you see, I have been walking around this house for the past while not hiding a secret, not doing a good job at keeping what I want to myself, and definitely not voicing, out loud what I really want.
so Andrew, he knows me, he really knows me... so when he said, Ash, do you want to be an Author? I froze, I lost all coherent words and I blushed. Because hell yes I want to be an author. I just didn't want to admit it out loud, for anyone but me to hear.
So it's now out in the open and I am working at subduing this blush.
What makes you blush? and do you admit what you really actually want... who do you tell?