As we grow older, however, we become more distressed. We fear in the future we will be found to not know enough, to have not worked hard enough, to have not scored well enough. We will not be enough. To admit in our culture that we do not have our lives neatly packaged and wrapped, that we are a mess, that we need help from someone else is tantamount to blasphemy. To admit that we do not know something, are not good at something or have made a mistake—to be vulnerably known—is not one of our best skill sets.
