Briiing, Briiing, buzz, buzz, knock, knock. Can I talk to you? Can I talk to you? Can I come in, come in, come in? I need a coffee, I’m cold. I need a shower. Do you have some money I could borrow? I really need some money, money honey, please.

“God damn it. I’m busy. Don’t you get it? I have a life.”

Breathe, breathe in and out, in and out. These people in front of you are people that you love. Their very vulnerability is what drew you to them in the first place. So why resent it now?

Aahh but I do have moments, resentment descends and I’m close enough for this to hurt. Tough love’s important but did I just make a mistake? Lucky my own vulnerability makes me love them more. I am not perfect so how can I expect them to be?

We are drawn to strength, love it, admire it. But lets let vulnerability awaken love as well.

(I wrote this in writing group. Don’t get me wrong, my work is generally great fun. But there are days when it stretches).