Talking. About stuff that’s meaningful / painful / confusing / annoying / unsettling to you is so important for no good ever came from bottling things up & thinking you can do it alone.
But it’s hard. Because we tend to think that we alone are weak & have issues.
But we are not.
You are not.
I can pretty much guarantee that every single person on this planet has some stuff they’re going through right now this minute.
Why is it still so hard to share? Why do we all think we need to have a strong glossy facade at all times?
I can think of a few people, lots of celebrities for example, who have amazingly glossy facades. Do they look like they’d be fun to hang out with / to have conversations with which blow you away a bit? Nope, not really.
The most beautiful humans are a little bit rough around the edges & they open themselves up no matter how scary it is. Because opening yourself up to others makes you vulnerable & vulnerability is scary. Because you can get hurt.
But you can also get uplifted & enlightened & meet and “see” other human beings who are beautiful & restore your faith in human kind.*
I’ve had the same job for 10 years now and all this time I’ve kept my work life extremely separated from my actual life, my actual being. I’ve had so many panic attacks thinking Oh my god, somebody in the office is somehow going to find my blog and my life will be over. I’ve password protected the blog, then unlocked it again, made Instagram private, then public again – on a loop, over and over, depending on just how paranoid I was during a particular week or month.
It’s been a little bit exhausting. 😉
And I’ve been thinking – I actually work with very lovely people. Why do I fear so much that they might actually get to know me?
So when my boss moved jobs internally a few months ago and was no longer my direct supervisor, I told her about my blog. She didn’t gasp in horror Oh my gawd, you’re one of them Oversharers on the Internet!
Instead, she shared some of her own struggles…
My new boss has just joined my Crossfit box. My Crossfit crew know me and through social media he will eventually find me online and I’m actually not fussed. I’m a human being. So is he and so is everyone around me. We’re all just humans going through our own little problems, trying to make life as comfortable and as fun as we can.
And through this work facade of mine starting to crumble, I feel relieved. Yes, a little bit vulnerable, but I think I’ve got the strength to handle it if somebody does turn out to be a d*ckhead when they get to know me…
*Just a note of caution – as much as I always want to believe that everyone has a story, some people are in fact just d*ckheads. I trust that you all know from the vibes who to open up to and who to keep a little bit in the distance.