Being vulnerable seems to be the new catch phrase. I hope it sticks around. I’m into my vulnerability and not in a bad way.
Vulnerability, to me, is standing open and exposed. It’s allowing my walls to come down, knowing full well that I will be hurt (even unintentionally) as I allow myself to love. It is my optimism, my risk, my anticipation. For me, being vulnerable means I’m still alive and haven’t condemned myself to an emotional death behind a curtain of fear and loneliness and shame.
Being vulnerable allows me to say:
I’m feeling invisible. This is what I need from you. It will be a little thing but it will help me to diminish my shame. In turn, you will benefit as well. I will not push, punish, or criticize you.
Truly my little things are little things to the outside world.
- Tell me the truth.
- Tell me you love me.
- Look me in the eye.
- Hold me when I’m sad.
- Understand that I’m not always strong.
In my campaign to Say Yes To Life, I’ve opened myself up to many people and new experiences. I’ve allowed myself to be vulnerable.
Even if it means the possibility of getting hurt.
Pain can be a great teacher, as long as I avoid getting stuck in the rut of self-pity. How easy it becomes to play the role of victim, blaming others for problems and situations. But here’s the great thing. I have two feet, a brain, and lots of optimism. I know I can get out of a rut. I know I can survive the pain. I know I can handle what life throws at me. And that leaves me open to being more vulnerable.
Because I believe in myself.