I've been asked to think about when I have been brave. I think I am being brave now. I'm not doing it very glamorously... it has been messy and sticky and sweaty, but I am doing it.
I have turned 40, I have left the corporate life, I have moved to a place isolated from the world, I have turned everything upside down and with the pieces scattered... I am trying to put it all back together.
I think that takes bravery. It takes bravery to leap, to have faith, to trust and to love.
To leap into the unknown holding on to just a couple of loosely formed ideas like.. freedom from technology, community, outside play, virgin exploring.
To have faith in the love that my husband and I have for each other, for our capacity to thrive when things get hard, to have faith in me, faith that everything will work out (even though right now it doesn't seem like it will).
To trust in karma. We are good people, good things will come to us.
And lastly, to love.... to love the path, to love the moment, to love the growth (even though it hurts like hell), to love the new, to love the mental expansion that happens when you face the unknown and need to find new creative ways to exists, to love my kids through their adaptation process, to love my husband when all seems to be falling apart, and maybe most importantly (and definitely the most complicated) to love myself.
I am being brave. No one can take that away from me.
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