the other day, over coffee, my friend stephanie told me i was
brave.
she had to say it a few times
before i started believing that maybe it was true.
i don’t feel brave.
on any given day i feel anxious,
nervous…unsure.
even though i feel like
this, i think stephanie might be right…maybe i am brave.
at least i’ve been trying to be.
my pastor once said that “to get what you
want you have to do what you’ve never done.”
this is what i’m trying to do...things i’ve never done.
if i want my life to tell a different story, a
better story, then i need to do something different.
so, i’ve been stretching myself, stepping out
of my comfort zone, trying new things…things that scare me.
i’m not waiting for friends to go with me, i’m
just doing it.
and, i guess maybe this does
make me brave.
stephanie also reminded me that every good story involves
risk.
if you want to know how i feel about
risk, you can read about it
here.
in
short…i avoid it.
but, what i’ve learned
recently is…any perceived risk is actually much less risky then i make it out
to be.
the phrase “mountain out of a
mole hill” comes to mind.
i blow things
out of proportion until it becomes so scary that i talk myself out of it.
truthfully, it’s not that scary, if i really
think about it.
i mean…we’re not talking
about jumping out of an airplane and chute won’t open kind of risk.
i needed this reminder. i needed to remember that i’m on a good path, headed down a good road,
working towards being the best beckie i can be, working towards living a better story.
