Do you ever feel a tiny bit sick right before you hit the “publish” button?
Do you find yourself wondering what did I just do? after you share your words?
Maybe it’s because the words I share offer a window into my soul. Sometimes I wonder if sharing these words is a bit like undressing in front of that window. Why would I do that?
Thought Catalog recently published an article describing hell for each individual Meyers Briggs personality-type. Its description of my INFP hell made me laugh and cringe: “Your deepest thoughts and feelings are exposed to a large audience and everyone thinks that you’re pathetic and unoriginal.” Of course it is.
Why? Why do I feel the need to share my words? Why do I write about my deepest thoughts and feelings? Maybe it would be safer to write about food instead.
I like food, maybe I even love it. But most days food is not what I need to write about.
Sharing my words is hard sometimes. I don’t always like the emotions that crop up after I share. Sometimes I’ve wondered if I even should be sharing. What if I just can’t handle the aftermath?
But the good things in life rarely come easily, do they? Just because being a mom is hard and I sometimes don’t like my emotions when the kids are fighting and glitter has spilled all over the floor, doesn’t mean that I am a bad mother or that I shouldn’t be one.
Sharing my words is hard because vulnerability is hard.
But writing and sharing with vulnerability helps me to own my story. It helps me to embrace the messy and the light. They go together. Sometimes we need the messy part of sharing words to discover the light underneath (tweet that!)« Continue »