Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.
Won’t you give me your best five minutes for the prompt:
Vulnerability stands us, where our feet are, awkward.
It strips us.
It builds up, in us, false senses of hope and security and then robs us of our true sense of worth all at once.
It leaves us crumpled and naked, hoping someone will find us with value, but believing that likely they will not.
All within the span of milliseconds we cycle through thousands of waves of emotion and inner struggle.
It’s no mystery where the word barely comes from.
Barely breathing. Barely there. Barely hanging by a thread. Barely present. You barely ate anything…
Barely… Bare. Naked. Isolated. Alone. Vulnerable.
But maybe it’s more. Maybe so consumed by the want, often turning urgent aching need for validation, we miss the point. The opportunity of nakedness. Good things come from such.
Soft silks on skin, fingertip warmth, baths, kisses and even sex.
Metaphorical nakedness isn’t much different. Without baring our soul to life and others, we risk the passing of true friendships, true success, true valuable moments, firmly planted seeds of self worth and real love.
Barely leads to so much, if only we set our sights beyond the isolation and the fear.
Naked vulnerability isn’t the true enemy, but our fear of what we could potentially lose (which is never larger than what we may one day gain) is.