Beauty.

There is nothing more beautiful than vulnerability. 

I’ve recently made some new friends, and for whatever reason they make me feel supppper intimidated, I feel almost stupid as names of authors and deep thoughts fly out of their mouths as if it was air. Who knows the reasoning behind my insecurity, or my lack of knowledge in these areas but what I did find was that for the first time in a long time… I could listen. 

I often find myself talking. Sharing my thoughts or my opinions but for once… I felt like I had no CLUE what was going on. I had no comment to add, no whitty or inspiring additive. No jokes. I even tried some lame references to authors and books I had read in high school… hoping to add something. Or relate in some way. 

But in all reality I guess that’s just not me and that is perfectly ok. I completely enjoyed listening, I enjoyed hearing thier perspectives on topics that hadn’t even phased me. 

And I guess what I am getting at is that I find that beautiful. I find it beautiful that God has placed these people in my life. That they see life differently than I do. And instead of seeing my lack of knowledge as a flaw as something to hide behind. I see it as beautiful. I refuse to let my insecurities interfere with new relationships. I refuse to feel inferior. 

 And I guess with my lack totally out there for the world to see… I am vulnerable.

And that is beautiful.