Vulnerability is

Vulnerability is that moment directly after you hit “send.”

Vulnerability is that moment when you’re in the air after nage throws you, but before the moment when you hit the ground.

Vulnerability is that moment after you hit the ground, hard, while you wait to take the first breath after all the air has been knocked out.

Vulnerability is letting someone see you cry.

Vulnerability is letting someone see that you don’t have your shit together.

Vulnerability is falling apart.

Vulnerability is not knowing how to do something.

Vulnerability is showing someone you admire your first book, having them take it, knowing they’ll read it.

Vulnerability is writing.

Vulnerability is opening up an artery and pouring it on the page.

Vulnerability is creating.

Vulnerability is asking even when you know the answer is no.

Vulnerability is asking even when you know the answer is yes.

Vulnerability is not people pleasing.

Vulnerability is not control.

Vulnerability is inhabiting a body that someone else does not like.

Vulnerability is being yourself.

Vulnerability is saying no.

Vulnerability is saying yes.

Vulnerability is taking that first step.

Vulnerability is taking that last step.

Vulnerability is being real.

Vulnerability is accepting that sometimes the answer is no.

Vulnerability is giving people room to make their own mistakes.

Vulnerability is giving myself room to make my own mistakes.

Vulnerability is stepping over the side of the bridge, waiting on my turn to jump.

In these moments, this is who I truly am. If I want to truly know my character and tell my ego to go for a fucking hike, I choose vulnerability.

Vulnerability is time.

Vulnerability is patience.

Vulnerability is space.

Vulnerability is waiting for the right moment.

Vulnerability is waiting for the wrong moment.

Patience is highly overrated.

Comfort is highly overrated.

Achievement is highly overrated.

Reputation is highly overrated.

Vulnerability is the space between.

Vulnerability is deciding to take a risk.

I didn’t choose vulnerability, it chose me. Again and again and again and again. Vulnerability can go suck a rock. Vulnerability can go jump off of a cliff, vulnerability can go jump out of an airplane.  Vulnerability can go jump in the ocean. Vulnerability can go, but wherever it goes, I will follow. This is the space, my space, between.

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