You’re under no obligation to read this essay, or any other essay I have written in the past, or I may write in the future. Each essay is at once my own, and yours; it’s how I process, express myself and how I connect with the world around me. It’s my art, my heart, the act of baring my soul, and it belongs to no one but myself, until you connect with some part of my experience because it too has been yours.
Within these essays I bare my heart, mind and soul, as such, they belong to no one but myself until you recognize some part of my experience to be yours as well. Vulnerability breeds community and community connects humanity.
Nikki Jensen
This is my third official vessel to hold the contents of my mind, heart and soul. Some would call it a blog, though I feel the word is crass for something intended to caress the sacred meanderings of the mind as they drip out through the fingertips one tap at a time, tap-tap-tap. The keyboard and the computer screen, the stalwart confidant of my dreams, ever steady, loyal and as validating as my own heart on the days when nary a dark thought of self-loathing exists.
The first vessel outlined the days of young Motherhood, as a Mormon, closeted lesbian, married to a man, documenting the ups and downs to my days, depression and the demise of a marriage. Raw with vulnerability, the backlash wasn’t clearly seen on the pages that were published, but that’s rarely the case. A family of origin that was unhappy with the discussion of abuse, the outing of family secrets for the benefit of others who may have been in the same situation. And yet, it was this vessel that taught me the value of vulnerability and the power that comes with connecting with readers. Vulnerability breeds community, and community connects humanity.
The second vessel was raw and filled with pain as the blinders had been ripped off and the innocence of youth had been stripped from my tender heart and mind. Standing atop a mountain and wielding my words as a sword I spewed them as loudly as I could for all the world to hear; I had lost everything for doing just that and holding back, there was no holding back now. All of the lessons learned had become mine to share. This vessel taught me that dedication and unabashed declarations of truth reach straight to the hearts of those most in need of light and hope. They were living in darkness, hidden in somber lives of abuse. Reaching thousands of readers and viewers in pages, profiles and groups. This is where the power was found; raw vulnerability spoken with power reached more than holding back.
Here I find myself again, embarking upon a new chapter of life, after heartbreak, fresh trauma, a new chapter with determination to heal, learn and manifest success once more. I find myself holding back, worried of offending or hurting. I find myself deign to check numbers or stats, follow the follower counts….even writing that sentence makes my stomach turn. In truth, the numbers don’t matter, but the people do. The term in the social media world “chase followers” reminds me of the worst cocktail I ever tried. It’s the opposite of who I am: authentic, genuine, what you see is what you get. And after a lifetime of begging for the attention of my parents and my partners, I won’t be begging for your attention. I won’t be begging for you to follow my “blog” or my social media accounts. Why?
After a lifetime of begging for my parent’s and partner’s attention I won’t be begging for yours.
And yet, the invitation to come along for the journey is there.
Choice, never coercion.
Nikki Jensen
This vessel, or blog, like the two before, are here primarily for myself as a way to express my humanity – as flawed as it is. And it’s here to connect with humanity, you. If you’re here and you’re reading, you’re invited to follow along my journey, with all of the ups and downs. Introduce yourself and allow me to share in your successes and failures, as I share mine, or just read along for a few tips about writing or travel or business or life. Or don’t. Because in the end this life really isn’t about anyone other than one person, and the most important thing any of us can do is listen to our own voice. It’s literally all that matters.
It is within vulnerability that I have found hope during the darkest times of my life. To ask me to stop because it exposes your vulnerabilities would be like asking me to crawl into a cave and cease existing.
To be vulnerable is to live and to breathe; in this, my life is one and the same.
Nikki Jensen

Just because I won’t chase you doesn’t mean you’re not welcome. Please feel free to follow using one of the buttons below, and introduce yourself! How does this post resonate with you?
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Very well written! Thank you for inviting me.
Hi Jessee! Thanks for popping on over and saying hello on WP as well as FB. I’ve seen your posts over there for awhile and always enjoy them. Sorry I couldn’t reply earlier, I couldn’t figure out how to reply from my phone. Thanks again!