The Courage to Show Up



The (Slightly Anxious) Art of Showing Up

They say courage is not about roaring like a lion; sometimes, it’s just about whispering, “Fine, I’ll go.” This rings especially true when life throws you into situations where control is as elusive as Wi-Fi at a family gathering in the middle of nowhere. I recently stumbled across this nugget of wisdom: “The courage to be vulnerable is not about winning or losing, it's about the courage to show up when you can't predict or control the outcome.” Let’s talk about that for a moment, shall we?

Imagine you're standing at the edge of a metaphorical cliff. Below you is a vast, swirling sea of uncertainty. The choices? Leap in (vulnerable and scared out of your socks) or stay put (comfortably stuck and missing out). Here's the kicker: showing up—with all your quirks, fears, and yes, your slightly sweaty palms—is the ultimate brave act.


Vulnerability Is Awkward, But Worth It

Let’s not sugarcoat it: vulnerability feels awkward. It’s like showing up to a fancy party and realizing you misread the dress code. You're the only one in flip-flops. But here’s the twist: everyone is secretly impressed by your boldness. Vulnerability works the same way. While you might feel exposed, it often inspires admiration—and connection—from others.

Think about it. Some of the best moments in life happen when you take the leap despite the nerves. Asking someone out? Vulnerable. Trying sushi for the first time? Vulnerable. Admitting you have no idea how to adult? Oh-so vulnerable.


The Anxiety Gremlin

Of course, there’s that persistent anxiety gremlin whispering, “What if it all goes wrong?” Anxiety loves to spin doomsday scenarios like it's auditioning for a soap opera. Here’s a secret: no one actually has control over outcomes. Life is a chaotic mix of plot twists, surprise characters, and occasional slapstick comedy.

So, instead of trying to control the uncontrollable, focus on what you can do—show up. That’s it. Your only job is to be present, heart pounding and all.


A Dash of Humour to Lighten the Load

Now, let's add some humour to this vulnerability cocktail. Picture yourself as the hero in your own sitcom. You’re the star who stumbles into awkward situations with grace (or, let’s be honest, a lack of it) but always learns something along the way.

Maybe your grand gesture of showing up involves accidentally tripping over a dog leash or nervously oversharing about your weird dream last night. That’s okay. The beauty of vulnerability is in its imperfections. After all, nobody relates to a flawless character—they relate to the one with mustard on their shirt.


Wrapping It Up

Showing up doesn’t guarantee a win, but it does guarantee growth. It’s not about being fearless; it’s about being brave despite the fear. And let’s be honest, the best stories rarely come from times we played it safe.

So here’s to you: the brave, the vulnerable, and the beautifully imperfect. You’re out there showing up, heart in hand, anxiety in tow. And that? That’s the stuff of legends—or at least a really good Netflix series.


Location: Johannesburg, South Africa

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