Bear With Me

Let it be known that I NEVER read anything that I write out loud to anyone and now, by sheer genius of the Internet, I can announce all that I have to say (whether people like it or not). In needing to overcome this fear, two things come to mind: a memory that happened several years ago and something I read today.

I used to live in Boston and after telling one of my roommates (much older and wiser, of course!) that I hardly ever write down my thoughts for fear that someone would read them, he was completely appalled. I think I understand why now. And I've been writing ever since.

Today, I stumbled upon a website of this woman who is a Holistic Health Practitioner and in one of her e-newsletters, she described viewing her own vulnerablity as being equal to death, which I think many people deep down, can understand. She went on to explain that her view of vulnerability has changed...now, she feels alive and connected when she allows herself to go there. She is reminded that we are all in this together and we are not alone in our thinking and feeling (and once I figure out how to link websites, I'll give her some credit and thanks).

As humans, we try to hold it all together for each other. The pressure builds and we don't want anyone else to know that we might not be able to handle it. We have to be strong...be perfect. But we are not alone, however much we may feel that way. When we allow ourselves to be vulnerable, we open doors to really experience life on a very personal level rather than as a spectator. I'm really ready to be living my life.

And just so you know that I do, in fact, have a very playful heart, please note that even though I haven't actually followed the show in it's entirety, I am watching the finale of The Biggest Loser...with a bowl of ice cream.