For years, I believed that vulnerability was dangerous. That showing too much would be used against me. And in some cases, it was. But over time, I’ve learned that being open isn’t the problem. Being open with people who haven’t earned it is.
I used to shrink. To self-protect. To filter out the softness in me because it didn’t feel safe. That self-protection kept me alive, but it also kept me disconnected.
Now I see that vulnerability isn’t unsafe. It’s sacred. It’s about discernment. If someone shows me they can’t honor my openness, that doesn’t mean I need to harden. It means I need to leave the room.
Since deepening my spiritual work, especially during this time in remote Alaska, people open up to me constantly. Strangers. Coworkers. Even someone I just met for ten minutes. They tell me their stories and then go, “I don’t know why I just told you that.” But I do. I’ve been doing the work. My energy says: you’re safe here.
When we allow ourselves to be seen, even just a little, we create a ripple. A frequency. A soft landing. And maybe that’s exactly what someone else needed.
