A simple meetup of just the six of us one Friday night.

Sharing with one another anecdotes of what we have been up to and how our lives are showing up for us in the past couple of months.

It is a really surprising, and perhaps bizarre realisation that we can share so much, so openly about our lives at this point in time, which is a stark contrast to a couple of months ago, where we have been hiding behind our images, afraid of sharing our inner secrets, desires, dreams and insecurities.

And fast forward to last Friday, where the sharing just went on and on, each one of us unabashed, and without worrying how the rest would think.

To be able to share and be truthful, to be forthcoming, takes a lot of courage and I am slowly gaining this courage to do so, despite the fact that the truth hurts sometimes.

To just be authentic, to be sincere and most importantly, to be myself.

Is this really so difficult for some of us?