The past couple of years I have bared my soul to any and all that would listen. I felt like a open wound walking around wait for the next painful strike. I didn't have a choice to show all my cards all the time. No restraint. Grief is like that.
But now I am past that on move on the facing the real world. How do I maneuver through each day without going back to the way I use to do things. How I would leave just enough space between me and you to keep you from knowing too much about my weak spots. What happens to that space is that something grow there a barrier sometimes it is just glass sometimes a thick hedge and sometimes a thick concrete wall.
I want to feel all the emotions and feel safe at the same time. It doesn't work that way. I can't enjoyed the depth of ocean if I am only willing to put my toe in the water. What if I drown? What if I swim with the dolphins? What if I swim with the dolphins and then I drown.
Is a life worth living if we stay away to stay safe. If we stay in the shallow waters without taking the chance. If we drown will we drown with a smile on our face. If we stay safe will we die with regret on our face.
I am sharing this link on vulnerability that provoked these thoughts.