My phone would not stop buzzing, one text after another came rolling in. I ignored it. I wasn’t ready for people’s opinions on how I should’ve just ‘kept that to myself.’ When my ‘panic-attack-like’ symptoms subsided and I had the guts to face what my ‘pinnacle of vulnerability’ had brought me, I looked at my phone…
Text 1: “I’m so proud of you for being so brave.”
Text 2: “I still love you friend.”
Text 3: “As I read your blog, I busted into tears…”
Text 4: “Your story needs to be seen by the world.”
Text 5: “I read your blog this morning and it literally brought me to tears…”
Wow. Here I was typing and crying…wondering why I was crazy enough to publish this very intimate (and quite frankly nobody else’s business) place in my life.
But I’m glad I did.
I did it for everyone, smiling outwardly, but inwardly feeling like ‘I’m in this by myself’. (Like the guy on this podcast asking how to live in the ‘shadow of his mistake’ — I hope he stumbles upon my blog!) I want people to know, “hey, me too!” I’m going through that and I’m figuring out how to make it to that other side Adele is singing from.
We’re all waiting for the other person to open up first… but, what would happen if we decided to take the lead in being vulnerable? — yeah, some people might reject us (or not say anything at all–very awkward!!!) … but more often than not, people are rather drawn to us.
Because deep down inside, we all want to be “fully known” and “fully loved,” and something about people who can allow themselves to be ‘fully known’ is attractive to us.
That’s why we are loyal to the brands that show us their humanity. We connect with people’s ‘stories’ not their ‘stats.’ (We know more about how Barack Obama grew up than the executive orders he signed in office).
I thought that sharing my life’s ’embarrassing’ places would make me ‘weak’… but rather, I’m finding strength in realizing that, “Yeah girl, I went through that and I’m still here.”
My friends are looking at me like I have this ‘super power of vulnerability’…. I really don’t though… often times (really all the time) I’m not interested in sharing my life.
But, as I share and people connect with me ‘offline’, I’m encouraged that my experiences are indeed helping someone else…. even those who read and may never comment or never reach out to me… I know it’s helping them too.
The Naked Writer
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