I spent so many of my earlier years thinking my sensitivity was a burden to others, an inconvenience. Wanting so desperately to please those around me, it became something I needed to fix, or at the least, hide. My quiet nature? Not acceptable and definitely not embraced. Maybe you can relate. What parts of you are you trying to fix or hide? What have you been told is unacceptable? Unlovable? Our culture is so big on deciding how girls and women should act and look; what we should strive for; where we should invest our energy. It takes considerable work to break these dangerous shoulds and to find your place in a world like ours.
For me, this lifetime is about walking the edge with vulnerability and fierceness. I have been surprised by how often vulnerability is misunderstood, or how the need to “fix it” supersedes listening, empathy and a warm embrace. I am committed to living bravely. As a hero of mine so often says, “If you are brave with your life, you are going to get your ass kicked.” I have so found this to be true. I have experienced a rawness in grace, and reached deeply to muster the courage needed to get back up again and to learn from life, from fear, from falling.