Most of my life I've considered myself brave on the outside, but I live in a constant state of fear. Fear that I will say the wrong thing, fear that I will fail at my job, fear that I will not be the wife or mom my family needs, fear that I'll never lose weight no matter how hard I try, fear that my loved ones will die, fear that I'll get to heaven and God will laugh at all the things I wasted time on here on earth.
As I've been thinking about the word "Brave" lately, I started making a list. A list of what being brave looks like for me. And it grows every day. Here are a few things on that list:
- Writing a book
- Inviting someone to coffee who I know will be "messy"
- Planting things when my thumb is oh-so black
- Posting stories on snapchat
- Asking a professional to read my stuff and give me his opinion
- Trying new dishes at my favorite restaurants instead of going with my normal ones
- Marketing my 12 Days of Christmas activity
- Shopping for a swimsuit
- Making myself available at bedtime for conversations with the girls
- Waking up the girls early in the morning (teenage girls are seriously scary)
- Striking up a conversation on the sidelines with the mom who always ignores me
- Hunting for the little frog baby that got into my house--ewwww!
- Asking someone to mentor me
- Getting a new hairstyle or nail color
- Throwing things away instead of hoarding them
What does being brave look like to you?
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