Chapter 11: On Vulnerability
Being vulnerable is hard. I’ve been thinking about vulnerability a lot lately—what it means to open myself to others in a space of honesty and integrity. I’ve been pondering how to be my true self, without any masks. Really, if I’m being honest, this is not a new journey for me. I have been striving for authenticity my entire life. I want to be someone that is true to herself and who shares that self with others in real and intimate ways. But lately it just feels hard. Really hard. And I’ve been feeling a bit bad about myself because as a card-carrying perfectionist, I feel like it should be so easy to be vulnerable. I should be good at it by now because I try so hard to be open and honest and true. But no matter how long I’m on this journey, it’s never totally easy to be myself. Why is that? Why is being my honest-to-goodness true self so stinking difficult?
As a lover of words, I decided to look up the definition of vulnerable. The good news is I feel a lot better about thinking vulnerability is so difficult. The bad news is that vulnerable is defined as “capable or susceptible to being wounded or hurt.” Well that sounds terrible. No wonder I struggle (and I suspect others do as well) to be so open and honest about myself. Because when we are honest, we might get wounded or hurt and that does not sound very appealing. Yet, if we are going to fully engage in life and be present to our work and our relationships then we have to enter a space of vulnerability. Without vulnerability, we risk being fake or shallow or simply untrue to the core of who we are. Brené Brown, one of my favorite gurus has researched and written extensively on vulnerability. She says, “Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” I’m struck by this contradictory idea that it is only by digging into the darkness that we experience the light. It’s only by acknowledging our weaknesses, our failings, and our struggles that we can know the beautiful gift of who we are. To be vulnerable is not a weakness but rather the only way to become truly strong and to be in true connection with others.
I think about and reflect upon about my perfectionist nature a lot. It’s a little thorn in my side and has been for as long as I can remember. My desire to be perfect, to be the best at everything, is a fruitless attempt. I know that I can never actually be the best at everything and yet somehow this little voice inside me urges me to try harder, to be better, and to work more. This little voice is not always a terrible thing, as it often challenges me to be the best version of myself and helps me strive to make myself and the world better. The problem is not striving for excellence. The problem is when I start to believe that unless I reach excellence I am not okay. The problem is when I begin to think that unless I present the most perfect version of myself I am not loveable. The problem is when I believe my self-worth is tied up in what others think of me or how I did on my last run or whether my parents are disappointed in me or whether my friends think I’m making good choices or whether my coworkers thinks I’m competent. The problem is when I believe I am only loveable when I am successful or funny or smart. You can see why vulnerability can be so hard. Because if I’m going to truly be open and honest about who I am, to myself and those I am in relationship with, then I’m going to have to share all of me—even the parts that aren’t so pretty. It doesn’t take rocket science to see why people struggle with vulnerability. That level of honesty and openness is scary, and it takes courage to acknowledge the darkness as much as the light. Boldly announcing that I am not good at things. That I’m scared a lot. That I’m worried I’m not actually that smart. That I am a pretty slow runner. That I sometimes don’t feel like being outgoing. That I get really angry and really sad. That I’m nervous about new things and am afraid of the unknown. That I feel anxiety about silly things. That I am emotional and loud and expressive. These pieces of me are not pieces I love to share with others. BUT they are a part of me. I can’t be Meghan unless I share these pieces along with all the things I love about myself.
As an incredibly outgoing, intuitive, extroverted, feeler, I am vulnerable about 98% of my life. I wish I had a poker face, but I really don’t even know what that means. I wear my heart on my sleeve, well, really on my face. And there are moments when I feel like I’m my authentic self, and I’m literally terrified that whomever I’m with will walk away because they won’t like what they see. That’s the risk every single time we open our hearts and our souls to another—that we might get hurt. Yet, for as much of a struggle as it is, I don’t know how else to live. Choosing not to be vulnerable may seem like the safer choice, but I’m pretty sure it’s no way to live. Without vulnerability, we would all live on the surface, never really knowing one another and certainly never knowing ourselves. I choose to be vulnerable even though it’s scary. I choose to be my true and imperfect self even when I wish I was perfect. I choose to be the most authentic person I can be even if that means people see my warts and weaknesses. In the end, I don’t know another way to live or love. It’s not always easy to be comfortable in my own skin and to vulnerably share who I am with others, but I take small steps each day.
I think today, I will remember that I’m not perfect AND I’m loveable.
It’s a start.