Tonight brave is sitting with the fear that tomorrow could be remarkably good or fearfully heartbreaking. Instead of sleeping in I got up, had breakfast, showered, and faced the world. Today, brave was taking my medication on time. It was ordering lunch at the café and fumbling over my change when I paid. It was making connecting flights, and talking to security guards and flight attendants and other travelers. My brave started when I went to counseling.Ī year later, my brave was seeing a second counselor and facing the struggles I hadn’t been ready to vocalize the first time.Ī few days ago, brave looked like getting on an airplane and traveling to a different country. Even though I’m hurting.īrave can take years to work up to, coming in increments over time. It’s refraining from commenting on social media because it will do me more harm than good. It’s having the tough conversation and facing the conflict instead of pivoting around it in an attempt to keep the peace. It’s having honest conversations with friends and the confidence that my insecurities will not creep up on me like they once did.īrave is calling people out when what they say hurts me. To be forthright and bold on a new path, treading with the confidence of an army because that is the only way something new can be forged. To be brave is to be settled in the unknown.

It means to push anxiety to the side daring to take another single breath, knowing the one after will come a little easier.

I will be brave