The vulnerability is like a plague, constantly exposing me and creating the immediate awareness of my true self without the layers of protection I've so deeply laid throughout my life. And it's the relationships that I forge (both the invigoration of old and the infusion of new) throughout the process that will hold me accountable to remain in this truth.
I still walk on the beach near my home every day, even in summer. But no matter how hot it is, the only part of me that is exposed to the sun might be my fingernails. And usually not those. Bikini-clad teens roll their eyes at me like "What's the point?" From under the 6-inch brim of my sun hat, I try to beam back, "You have no idea what that tan is going to cost you."
I know I'm one of the lucky ones. It was relatively small incident, and I can go right back to living my otherwise stellar life. I know that for some people it changes everything irrevocably and their lives are never what they hoped they would be again. I know that for a thankfully smaller minority, it is a death sentence.