It’s been said to me, at least once, if you want to be open, be open. I think the same must go for being vulnerable.
It’s so hard to just let things…happen. To really feel things, to really be present, to tell the truth even when it isn’t pretty, even when it’s going to hurt someone…most of all, when it’s going to hurt you. It’s a struggle to let enough of life in to be opened and changed, because opened and changed doesn’t always mean feeling good. It means feeling real, which is not automatically feeling happy.