What do we choose to let in and let out on those days when our insides seem to squirm from daylight? While our head wants those tender guts exposed, they’d rather not today. They’d prefer to burrow down deeper into our depths than be burned by the light. Down into those dark knotty places that get their grips on our feelings and disposition like a stranglehold.

Those days when you want vulnerability, you don’t just want it, you believe in it. And yet, when you try to dole it out, it sours into packaged bullshit in the process. Meanwhile that bright, airy part of yourself stays safe and sound down under, locked beneath layers of regret and frustration. You trust it will resurface again, that it will stop being so damn shy, but on those days it feels like a waiting game you can only beat minute by minute.

As the goddess Brene Brown put it; “Vulnerability is the first thing I look for in you and the last thing I’m willing to show you. In you, it’s courage and daring. In me, it’s weakness.”