Finding magic in vulnerability

I am standing at the train station in fishnets, high heels, witch's hat, red lipstick, broomstick in 1 hand, chopstick in the other.

I feel the train whoosh behind me. The fresh autumn air hits my senses and I feel held by this comforting sensation.

This was the only sense of comfort in my body, in amongst families and football fans on this Saturday afternoon in suburban Melbourne. I don't dare to look sideways for fear of meeting judging eyes, or even fetishing ones preying on Asian women.

I hold my stoic breath, and desperately summon my inner goddess to come out.

As I step onto the train, my eyes dart to find the nearest seat. Calmly, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, I put my hat on my lap and rode all the way into the city, keeping my eyes hidden behind my Jackie-O sunglasses.

As the train slows into the city, my body adjusts to the sea of people sweeping through the main train station. I breathe a sigh of relief as I am swallowed by the crowds and there's enough randomness that being a witch blends into the fabric of the city.

I feel my excitement as I walk towards townhall, where the Wizard's Brunch awaits. My heels click clack on the well worn concrete, as wafts of kebab hit my senses. I am famished.

My fear of being seen as different is transforming into courage with every step I take.

My fear of being judged is melting with every excited breath I take. My chest is puffing out and I am feeling proud of the outfit I pulled together from my wardrobe and a child's broomstick.

As I cross the road, I see a queue of witches and wizards - some with fabulous masks and others in muggle clothing.

Ah, my people. I am home.

My body is filled with magical delight as I step into the hall. Mystical organ music filling the space, candles floating in the ceiling, and magical creatures walking around. I feel pride dressing up as a sophisticated witch, owning all of me. 

My creative efforts shine through as I am picked to be part of the best-dressed runway. I catwalk down the carpet. I feel a big part of me wanting to hide under the table. My inner exhibitionist is relishing in the moment and she cannot inner-stand why I am walking so fast!

Exploring the magic of our vulnerabilities

The magic of vulnerability can give us so much freedom to explore and try on different outfits in life. The moments where I feel my edge of vulnerability and excitement is when I know I must step into the unknown. 

The moments where I find every single excuse under the roof to not step in. The moments where I feel resistance in my mind. The moments where my house is immaculately clean, every single piece of paper filed and washing neatly folded and ironed is when I know I am onto something big. 

Sometimes I step in alone. Sometimes I ask a friend to be my accountability buddy. Sometimes I ask a teacher to nudge me over the edge. 

Learning to trust in ourselves to take this step is so important for our personal and professional growth.

This is vulnerability and courage. We simply need to wave our magic chopstick regularly.

How does your vulnerability magic look?