As I was sitting on the couch with two new friends, I realized something that I have never realized before. There is a sense of beauty in an fragile and broken girl. As one of my new friends was sitting before me, I could see her insecurity through her smile, feel her uneasiness when she accidentally said something serious, and it was near impossible to miss her desperate need for human comfort and acceptance. As she opened up and answer questions out of a "chat pack" (a deck of cards with a random question that allows you to break the ice with others), I had a sense of something so raw, so real, that I couldn't even focus on anything else but her. She is a beautiful and successful and smart young women who doesn't have a clue how amazing she truly is.
My silver lining, earlier today, was going to be how light hearted and non-connected work relationships are and how nice that is to just have another human being who is completely unconnected from all other outputs of your life other than work, but when my new friend was opening herself up to me and the other girl, I changed my silver lining instantaneously. The line today, vulnerability. The ability to be scared of showing your true self and your intuitiveness to others that only know one very small and vague side of you. Vulnerability. The beauty in imperfection.
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