When we lose our tolerance for vulnerability, joy becomes foreboding.

Staying vulnerable is a risk we have to take if we want to experience connection.

Perfectionism is a twenty-ton shield that we lug around thinking it will protect us when, in fact, it's the thing that's really preventing us from taking flight.

Men walk this tightrope where any sign of weakness illicits shame, and so they're afraid to make themselves vulnerable for fear of looking weak.

What's worth doing even if you fail?

If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can't survive.

Even to me the issue of "stay small, sweet, quiet, and modest" sounds like an outdated problem, but the truth is that women still run into those demands whenever we find and use our voices.