Yuck, am I really going to talk about vulnerability? I don't even like to admit it to myself. But it seems to be one of my constant companions. I want to be liked. I want to be successful. I want to be fruitful. I want to have something to give. How can you give vulnerability? But that's one of the few things I have in abundance. I hold on to this and that but I know they can be pried out of my hands at any moment, and I don't want to be left naked, alone, exposed, unprotected.

To be honest, I want to keep you at arms length, even while I want to connect with you -- maybe that's why I'm anonymous? But the truth is, I want to be read. I want to be heard, and I want to hear you. I want to feel a little less alone.