brave |brāv| adjective – ready to face and endure danger or pain;
I’ve always been a tad stubborn and have mastered the art of embarrassing myself. For example, I am writing in a quiet library. People scattered from table to table silently working or reading.
Every piece of my being wants to get up and start dancing around the room to the song I am listening to on Pandora. Would that be considered brave or just silly. Or crazy?
Instead, I just tap my feet and settle for lip-synching.
I am determined to be brave this year, and for that matter, the next and the next. Being hesitant and scared did not get me to where I am today and interestingly enough, I have never been so happy in my life.
Keeping up this endurance of bravery is tough, especially when it seems like nothing is happening or people are judging, but, you see, I have been planting seeds. Good seeds of kindness and tenacity. For six years I have been welcoming change and running head first into the unknown. Tears streaming down my face at times, I do not regret one moment of my life. The mistakes, the fashion faux pas, the clumsiness – it’s all me and I am more ready than ever to be brave.
To be bold. Fearless. Gallant. Daring.