Casting Off Your Emotional Armor


Over the years, you’ve carefully selected each piece of armor: a breastplate to protect your heart, a helm to protect your thoughts, a visor to protect how you view the world, sabatons to protect where you tread, gauntlets to protect all you do.

You’ve added layers upon layers, upgraded the quality and function. And you’re quite proud of how far you’ve come. Nothing can penetrate your armor now; nothing can hurt you.

That is, proud until someone asks, puzzled at your armor aswallflower you stand on the sidelines of life and love, stoic and immoveable, “But how can you dance?”

You look over to realize, throngs of people dance about you, smiling and laughing, raw in their joy and emotion. And you are torn between envy and fear. “What if they get hurt,” you think. “That’s too risky.”

Whenever I get hurt, my first instinct is to throw up more armor, to protect myself from further pain, to rush to the sidelines from where I’d been dancing carefree just a moment before, just before an emotional javelin pierced my heart.


me and kidsAbout the AuthorCaroline Kingsley is an award-winning freelance print journalist, author and producer. Her articles appear regularly in the Utah Stories magazine and the Salt Lake Times. Last year, she self-published a short story set in historical Texas. She is currently working with a non-profit organization to write a book and produce a documentary about their work with HIV children in India. She is working on another documentary, and a biography, on her late father, a television producer.  She is also currently involved in producing a documentary short about local artist John Zamudio. Finally, she co-hosts a podcast about LDS single living, called The Mormon Meet Locker. She lives in Heber with her three children and cat: the beginning of an illustrious old maid feline collection.

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