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Open and Wise at the Same Time

I can be open and careful. I can be tender and protected. Both are true, and both are mine.

There is a tension in this season that you are slowly learning to live inside. You want to protect yourself from ever being hurt that way again. You also do not want to live behind walls so high that nothing good can ever reach you. You want to be careful, and you want to be loved. These do not have to cancel each other out. They are both honest, and both can be true.

The old shapes were extremes. Total openness, or total closure. Trust everyone fully, or no one at all. Either reveal everything at once, or hide forever. None of these are how a healed person actually lives. A healed person lives in the middle, more often than not — open enough to be reached, careful enough to choose who reaches.

You can be both. You can let someone see you and still keep certain things for yourself, for now. You can welcome someone in without giving them the keys. You can love and remain wise. You can hope and remain awake.

This is not a fixed setting. Some seasons of your life will be more protective. Others will be more open. You are allowed to shift, and to keep shifting, as you go. You are not required to be one consistent version of openness or carefulness. You are allowed to read the room, including the room inside you, and to adjust accordingly.

The goal is not to be the person you used to be, before any of this happened. That person trusted without yet having learned what trust costs. You are not going back to that. The goal is to be a new version — someone who has learned, who has paid for the learning, and who is willing, slowly and wisely, to love again. That kind of trust is more grown-up. It is also, in the end, more durable. It does not break the way the old trust did, because it knows the world more honestly.

You are allowed to be both soft and strong. Both careful and reachable. Both wiser than you were and still willing to try.

Today's Truth · Day 224 of 365

I am open and wise at the same time. Both are mine to hold.

My Harbor · By Bandy Jacob Strawn

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