This post isn’t that old, but my teacher training last weejend got me thinking about this again. Enjoy!
I have a hard time making myself vulnerable. Fully vulnerable.
I don’t mean that I have a hard time opening up or being transparent. I’m very free with what I share with people – my flaws, my failures, my insecurities, my inflated sense of self-esteem. No qualms about revealing my anxiety, my phobias – things that I didn’t even realize until recently other people keep as closely guarded secrets.
My quirks don’t make me feel in the least bit vulnerable. I’m indifferent to general opinion or how my flaws will shape other people’s views of me. After all, I know something about their flaws too. That they have them. That we ALL have them, and mine are no better and no worse than anybody else’s.
I’m pretty comfortable with who I am. But only for the most part, as it would seem.
Yesterday, my yoga teacher was talking about vulnerability…
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