take a risk...take a chance...make a change

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.