I think we all play with the “danger” and “risk” of being ourself, a somewhat unruly bustle of shared space on an increasingly small planet.
I keep changing my mind about how much I want to “put out here”. I flag and unflag decades like linens; shaking off the dust only to pitch them back into the proverbial closet until the next season of airing and vetting memory and my-story for empirical alignment to a shared world.
It becomes less required as I become more secluded. Of course.
And I like the seclusion and lack of pressure and stress. Of course.
Unshuttering seems more healthy, even if sometimes uncomfortable.
Tis the season…. la la la la la (shaking out the dust).