I feel like the storm has passed. I’ve settled in, found
some normal, feel slightly good at what I do again, and had coworkers respond
with speed and grace to a blood sugar crash S.O.S. email. What more could you
ask for in a job?
A week or so ago, I followed a series of links to Brene
Brown’s TED Talk about vulnerability and shame. After many years researching
shame, worthiness and courage she discovered that all of the numbers point to
vulnerability being the beginning of all good things. That is a vast
oversimplification, but Brene has a Ph.D and I do not so I’m okay with
simplifying ideas.
Brene made the distinction between guilt and shame with
guilt saying “I’ve done bad” and shame insisting “I am bad”. As someone who
struggles with both guilt and shame I found this to be a helpful distinction. I
started paying attention to my inner voices, who tend to treat me like crap, trying
to determine if I tend to be full of guilt or full of shame. So far I’m leaning
towards guilt, but it’s a particular shame-filled variety just to make life
interesting.
But getting back to vulnerability. The big idea is that it
matters and is a must for anyone who is trying to put any grace out into the
world. I’ve seen both sides of this in the realm of talks and lectures I’ve
seen. There are some talks that, no matter what the subject matter, work. I
have watched lectures on topics I don’t care an iota about that were riveting.
And I have suffered through lectures on topics I cared deeply about that, no
matter how hard I tried to listen, didn’t work. The deciding factor was rarely
how skilled the speaker was or the design of the set he had to work with, but
how much of his soul we the audience were allowed to see. If a speaker walked
onto the stage and bled for us I would happily sit and listen to him describe
his lunch.
Jonathan has been trying to figure out what my blog is all
about so he can build me a new one. I keep hemming and hawing through
descriptions that make me look vaguely exhibitionist and self-involved. But
when all the fluff comes off, the point of this space on the internet is to put
some grace out into the world. I want to make beauty and words are all I know.
But, and you’ll know this if you’ve followed me thus far, the only way this is
going to work is if I get really vulnerable with whoever stumbles across these
words.
Yesterday my blood sugar crashed at work. Two weeks earlier
and I would have had a nice emergency stash ready to go but I hadn’t thought to
build up a stash at Samaritan. So when I felt the shaking start and that odd
ache through my gut I felt helpless. I tried this and tried that, but what I
needed was milk and peanut butter and I didn’t have either. So, of course, I
tried to ignore it. When that (shocker) didn’t work I managed to humble myself
to go talk to someone. She was a safe person to talk to, someone I didn’t feel
I needed to prove anything to. She suggested sending out an email to the entire
office, even offering to send it for me. I balked. No, it wasn’t that bad, I
would be fine.
I wasn’t fine and finally had to decide between being
vulnerable with my new coworkers and possibly doing great harm to my entire
system. I gotta tell you, I thought about it for far too long. Asking for help
would look too weak, I hadn’t proven my worth yet, I was still making mistakes
on the applications I entered. Finally I realized I might soon lose the ability
to type an email so if I wanted some help I needed to jump on it. And what came
back was a veritable inventory of what people, some I haven’t met yet, had in
their desks. And all of it, every granola bar and bag of trail mix and jar of
peanut butter, was mine for the asking. I even got emails after I responded
that all was well apologizing for not seeing my email sooner. At least three
people stopped by my desk to check on me not counting the guy who brought me
his jar of peanut butter.
It’s a beautiful story, right? People, Christians in
particular, working to take care of each other. I love these stories, love to
tell them myself except, of course, when I was the one being helped, when I was
the one exposed in all my weakness and vulnerability.
And yet, some grace was put out into the world, wasn’t it?
That I was the recipient doesn’t change a thing. If this is
my goal, for this blog and in life, then it seems my marching orders are clear.
It’s time to be vulnerable.
Does it count as being vulnerable if I tell you I have no
idea what that means?
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