So,
here is something I think about frequently.
Vulnerability.
Being vulnerable.
Adjective:
1. capable of or susceptible
to being wounded or hurt
2. open to moral attack,
criticism, temptation, etc.
3. (of a place) open to
assault; difficult to defend.
I
think it is human nature to resist being vulnerable. (Thank you, Captain
Obvious). As obvious as the reasons seem, I’m still gonna go ahead and say
them. (Well, what IMHO I believe the obvious reasons are).
1. We are afraid of being hurt
emotionally.
2. We are afraid of being
judged.
3. We are afraid of being
considered weak.
4. We are afraid of being
taken advantage of.
5. Super obvious one- mostly
no one likes to be physically wounded or assaulted. Except maybe UFC guys, they
seem to be okay with that. I’m sure there are some others that are also ok with
this. But I digress, as I’m not really here to talk about the physical wounding
and assault possibilities of being vulnerable.
6. Overall, we are afraid of a
variety of bad and painful things happening to us if we show our vulnerability,
and we will be weakened, or viewed as weakend.
However, again IMHO, I personally believe the
opposite. I view the ability to be vulnerable as strength, and as a chance for
beautiful opportunities between human beings, and in life, that may otherwise
be missed.
I struggle with myself on if I am good at allowing
myself to be vulnerable or not. I think in many ways I am. I think I’m not
afraid to put myself out there emotionally for others. I’m not afraid to let
people in, or to dig right in with them. I’m not afraid to be me. I think I’m
not afraid to take risks that might end up leading me to some pain or
trouble, but most often lead me to some beautiful opportunities and people. I
know I have a hard time opening up about my struggles. I hesitate to
reach out to people sometimes when I really need to. I struggle to admit that
sometimes I am not ok.
I have always considered vulnerability to be a
strength. But over the past few months I’ve been debating with myself about
that. A few years ago, I got these tattoos to remind myself to always be
willing to take those risks, and to always wear my heart on my sleeve, no
matter how difficult that gets.
I’ve questioned that over the past few months (not
getting the tattoos, but if I still was able to fully believe in the reasons I
picked them). And I think that is part of what has contributed to me feeling a
little lost. Questioning myself and something that has always been an important
view and value to me. So, as I am trying to recover myself, I am writing this
to remind and reinforce how important it is to me personally. I am going to
continue to believe, and improve my ability to be a bit more vulnerable (In the
right ways. Remember I’m not talking about being vulnerable to assault or
physical wounding. So don’t punch me in the nose to help my quest).
And the beautiful thing is, its working! As I have
opened up and put my struggles out there, many incredible people have reached
out to me and made a huge difference in ways I never could have imagined. Which
only further solidifies my belief for me, because it is being reinforced by the
one thing I feel is important in this world – human interactions and
relationships.
On a related and ending note, I think that’s why I
love to cuddle up and sleep with my babies (ok, and my cats). We lay there
together in our most vulnerable physical state, and it creates nothing but
physical and emotional closeness and bonding. Well, honestly, there is also
some physical wounding there, because they can sometimes kick like machines in
the night. Anyways, it’s comforting to me. The relaxed state of being close and
vulnerable together.