A little more than a week ago, I wrote this post. It was a Sunday night and I had just found some things that brought past events rushing back. And I sat at my computer blogging and sobbing, sobbing and blogging. There was nothing about it that felt “brave.”
Then, the post got Freshly Pressed and my blog got 6,200+ views and more than 200 comments (on a number of posts) in three days
It also led to some discussions with friends via e-mail and Facebook. Difficult discussions. Necessary discussions.
Following the Freshly Pressed nod, I wrote two more posts. One about finding myself, so to speak, and one about healing.
A common theme in the comments on several of my posts and in the discussions I was having with friends was bravery.
Although, I felt weak and afraid, people kept telling me how brave I am for having written that post. For having vomited my feelings all over my blog (apologies for the visual), they said I am brave. For opening myself to difficult and necessary discussions, they said I am brave.
Maybe I am brave.
I’m going to start walking around like I’m brave.
You are so brave! Own it!
Thank you. I will.
Take out the “Maybe” and the title of this post is perfect
Can’t take out the “maybe” yet. Not just yet.
You’re very brave. But if you don’t feel that way, fake it till you make it. And think of Piglet, who never believed he was bravel–and turned out to be the bravest one of all.
Did you know Piglet is my favourite?
I didn’t, but it makes perfect sense. I’m a Piglet kind of person, myself. Read Benjamin Hoff’s “The Tao of Pooh” and “The Te of Piglet” if you haven’t already. They’re very illuminating.
Will do!
Being brave is doing the right thing in spite of being afraid, not because you’re unafraid. You’re good – take the maybe out! xoM