Lately I’ve been trying to move over during my park bench reflections of life and make a space for Vulnerability to join me. Truthfully, I’m thinking of bringing it a coffee and a donut, we’ve been hanging out so much.   Passers-by sometimes notice us sitting together and look at me like I’ve just been seated next to someone on a long haul flight who has a nasty hacking cough.    I’m normally doing the equivalent of running laps around the park and I don’t always stop and sit here. There are too many things to do. I’m a psychologist, mum, employer, wife, volunteer Board member and patron, among other things. I love all of it and feel gratitude beyond expression. But sometimes I quietly also notice that it is a hell of a pace.   In my work, I’ve been noticing how many people describe that, psychologically, they are “always on”.   They know they have high anxiety but worry that if they turn down the sensitivity of their radar it might dilute their productivity. Maybe if they sto