I’ve lived here:
Pride is hard to recognize and admit.
Insecurity is hard to qualify and quantify.
Vulnerability is hard to value and practice.
As such – we are conditioned for perpetual dysfunction.
There is no room for weakness. For areas of struggle. For not having the right answer at the right time. Because of this claustrophobia, our pride must accommodate our insecurities and our insecurities must conceal our vulnerabilities.
There is danger in admitting fault. In giving credit where it is due. In telling accurate narratives both out loud and to self. Because of this risk . . . our pride must accommodate our insecurities and our insecurities must conceal our vulnerabilities.
There is opposition to acknowledging burden. To disclosing hardship. To honoring boundaries. Because of this resistance . . . our pride must accommodate our insecurities and our insecurities must conceal our vulnerabilities.
There is a blatant benefit of kissing ass. Of overstepping the borders of authenticity into play-acting. Of manipulating the cards in the deck before they are dealt. Because of this game . . . our pride must accommodate our insecurities and our insecurities must conceal our vulnerabilities.
There is a direct correlation of inherent value to rank. To where one is placed among the pedestals. To how smart one presents themselves as. Because of this classism . . . our pride must accommodate our insecurities and our insecurities must conceal our vulnerabilities.
Then I did a whole crap-ton of really really hard work on myself to move out of here.
And now I live here:
I recognize and admit my pride to the best of my abilities.
I am far more able to qualify and quantify my insecurities.
I very much value and practice vulnerability as a beneficial life skill.
As such – I am constantly learning how to receive and offer relevant feedback.
I allow room for weakness. For areas of struggle. For not having the right answer at the right time.
I’m comfortable in admitting fault. In giving credit where it is due. In telling accurate narratives both out loud and to self.
I’m okay to acknowledge burden. To disclose hardship. To honor boundaries.
I don’t play the kiss-ass game where I overstep the borders of authenticity into play-acting and manipulate the cards in the deck before they are dealt.
I value inherent worth where rank and pedestals simply don’t exist.