All my life, I’ve been afraid to share my joy. My corny personality.
But that’s how I’m wired.
That’s how I show up in the real world. So I’ve decided to share those parts anyway. Even more now that I’m old AF and give fewer effs.
I know some people will be annoyed. Maybe offended. Maybe even disgusted. My parents weren’t fans either.
A couple days ago, I posted a little graphic and accidentally spilled hearts and love all over your feed.
Someone commented: “Shut your b@tch @ss up.”
(I haha’ed… then silenced the comment.)
I don’t know this person. But it reminded me that sharing joy can trigger people.
Life, I’ve learned, is a never-ending act of vulnerability. Offending someone is always possible. Taking up space can be mistaken for aggression.
But I’ve also had people stop me to say how much they love my stories. My art. My heart.
Some have made big life decisions with my words bouncing around in their heads. Some have found their tribe at events I organized. While others simply smiled, laughed, or were mildly entertained.
My life. My stories. They hold value for some.
So yes — life is a never-ending act of vulnerability.
And I choose that over hiding.
(Peek-a-boo)
