Our routine may appear the same, but the unexpected happens. It may be nuanced or hit you across the head (literally or figuratively). In any case, you feel exposed, unprepared and uncomfortable.
Some people purposefully step into vulnerability. For them, it is a way to thrive and feel alive in their uncomfortableness. Others chose to armour up. Many straddle the middle.
“A person does not really begin to be alive until they have lost themselves, until they release the anxious grasp which they normally hold upon their lives — property, reputation and position. Having nothing but possessing all things.” Allan Watts
Timed Flash Cards and the Fast Lane of Vulnerability
Sometimes the speed with which we make decisions creates an environment of chaos. We don’t take the time to carefully read the situation at hand. I just recently wrote about the subject of our need to rush through our lives, Why the Hell Is Everyone In Such a Hurry”
Are we making snap decisions for ourselves or to prove something? Are we being true to the outcome we want, or are we simply vying to be the first or the fastest, no matter the cost? When does this behavior begin?
Elementary school.
One example is timed flash cards. I loathed being forced to make an on-the-spot decision, even if it was as black and white as giving the only correct answer to a multiplication problem. I was shy and needed time to contemplate and avoid embarrassing myself with a wrong answer. The pressure was excruciating.
Maybe I did not always know the answer within a millisecond, but what was the real purpose of this timed exercise? An antiquated learning strategy that just made me feel inadequate and exposed.
I remember vividly the classroom atmosphere as my competitive schoolmates strutted their stuff upon winning the flashcard races. I would slither into the background. Feeling small and defeated.
I know this may seem an anemic analogy, but this is where we begin to guard our vulnerabilities: timed flash cards and the elementary school playground.
Today, there are still multitudes of examples of timed exercises in and out of the classroom that divide and pigeonhole the vulnerable and those who pretend not to be—a metaphor for our adult world.
Praised for Quick Decisive Action
The ego is front and center here. Society praises people for their quick and decisive actions. Unless it is an emergency, making fast decisions can be destructive, inconsiderate, self-serving, and simply wrong.
I agree on many levels that decisive actions need to be taken. And those quick responses should come with the experience of past mistakes, lessons learned, and homework done. We rely on informed decisions.
But what if the decision is not based on a life-or-death scenario?
What if the decision was based upon anger, revenge, or hate? I have been in many situations where I said or did something on the spur of the moment because I was emotionally riled up. Feeling vulnerable and needing to prove myself. Rarely did I feel good about my initial snap decisions or actions.
My authentic self was hiding behind a façade of bravado.
If only we could just slow our roll. Allow ourselves time to reflect on who we really are beneath all that egoic garbage. Live in our vulnerability and the universe will respond in kind.
Risk and Vulnerability
When I drive my car through town, I often envision a car or truck running a red light and slamming into me. Do I drive in fear for my life every day? No, but I am keenly aware that simply driving with thousands of other people could result in a psychologically unhinged, intoxicated, and/or medically impaired driver ramming into me or someone nearby.
Check the national statistics regarding drivers running red lights, for example. According to data from the National Safety Council, 42,060 lives were lost on U.S. roads in 2020 due to people running red lights.
Being vulnerable is all about being aware of yourself and your surroundings. Because of the situations we place ourselves in every day, we can no longer sleepwalk through it all. Or pretend we are in total control. It is not sustainable.
Risks meet us each day. I am not implying that we tiptoe through our existence. On the contrary, come to the understanding that life is risk and we are ALL vulnerable.
Dealing with the unexpected, trying new things, seeking adventures, meeting new people, and entering uncomfortable conversations is what will enrich us and help us survive and feel alive.
Uncertainty
When my spouse and I moved to New Orleans, uncertainty was in abundance. The only sure bets were that my spouse would be starting a residency and I would be continuing my education. And even those were a bit shaky.
We had no place to live, $1000 to our name, a Honda Civic and a UHaul full of personal possessions we chose to bring on our journey. This was the mid-1980s, and Apartments.com or any other means of minimizing the uncertainties did not exist.
But for me, not knowing was exciting. We were moving across the country to a place foreign to us. Since I was young, moving away from the Midwest was a dream.
Excitement in Vulnerability
And as exciting as it was, I felt vulnerable at every turn. Uncomfortable and at times lonely. Everything was new and different. From the ethnic makeup of the population to understanding the southern dialect of the region. Dealing with LDOT to get a license (not having the correct paperwork) and paying three times as much for car insurance. Waiting in line at the grocery store, complaining about the slow pace of the employees (not realizing how the heat and humidity affect EVERYONE). Mardi Gras parades causing traffic congestion in and around the city. I was afraid to drive for the first few months.
Flowering trees, beignets, alligators, jazz musicians and artists on the sidewalks, three inches of rain and flooding in minutes, hurricanes, intriguing people, spicy food, poverty, decades-old family cliques, discrimination, and so much more.
I remember calling my parents a few months in, feeling the need to cry. It seemed all so much. I held back and stuck my vulnerable self into a safe space. Once classes started in the fall and my sense of familiarity returned, I slowly began to accept the newness of everything. Meeting new people from various walks of life and parts of the world was a personal desire and one I started receiving.
Vulnerability and Courage
It takes courage every day to wake up and meet the day. I think of my 80-plus-year-old mother and the courage it takes for her to carry on without my dad (even after 17 years). Facing the vulnerabilities of age, being alone, and not having the independence she was so used to most of her life. Courage.
I think of my daughter experiencing a world that was lost to her for ten years while she struggled with her addiction. Everything is new and often overwhelming. Forcing her to step back and check in with herself. Staying true to the person she has become. Courage.
When I started writing more consistently, my own vulnerabilities began to surface. I kept writing for myself as a way to get and stay in touch with myself. It did not take long to realize the desire to share my truth with others who may feel similar vulnerabilities.
Many have told me that I am brave to share such private stories. But are they truly private when many people share the same vulnerabilities? This is how we show our humanity by sharing parts of ourselves to benefit all.
I often wonder about the tranquility of those who choose to live off the grid. Are they better off? What are their risk levels? Do they feel vulnerable, not knowing what is going on in the world? Or do they choose not to care?
Image: Spiritual Awakening IV, monotype
I created this image at a time when I was subconsciously attempting to connect with who I was becoming. It was a time when vulnerabilities were not recognized or valued. However, my art had a way of helping me connect with myself in subtle and unconsciously nuanced ways. Art saving my life. Always.