Money is a tough subject. It isn’t real, yet our entire world revolves around it. The ultra-rich will go to war, or start one, to protect it. The average person will work 20 to 110 hours a week to earn it. The hobo will beg for it. There are varying degrees in between, of course.
Isn’t it interesting how we can allow the game to play us, from time to time?
There’s a vast cloud and haze of confusion around the ideas of what being a man, or being a woman is today.
If you’re conflicted about a relationship, or career, or life choice (ie. whatever may be weighing on you, affecting your decisions, effecting energetic stagnation, making you wince when others make suggestions for you) you must be willing to sit with it, to explore it; to define your reasoning, beliefs, and perceptions about it.
Vulnerability is a tricky thing.
We live in a society that has many convoluted ideas about what strength is, what power is, what courage is. We live in a society that thrives (well, subsists) on base function and emotional bargaining, manipulation, and underdevelopment.
So, vulnerability, as an adult, is a tricky thing.