It’s taken years to get comfortable with vulnerability.
(I assume it’s taken years, because I’m a slow learner.)
It’s also likely taken years because vulnerability is scary shit. I’m scared as shit writing this.
Fear, like most things, is motivated by care.
I fear writing this because I care for my reputation.
I fear flying because I care for my life.
Vulnerability, like fear, is motivated by care.
When I am vulnerable, I admit that I care.
Or, I am vulnerable because I care.
I repeat: That’s scary shit.
It’s human reflex to run from scary things because we equate safety with self-preservation.
Maybe there’s truth to that.
But I’m not convinced self-preservation equates to living.