I’m back from a heart filling, restful and recharging trip. My returns are always challenging as I “try” to assimilate new learning into my daily routine, but sweet as I connect with my dear friends and family.
I’m snacking on fresh cherries right now. My God they’re tasty! I love how seasonal foods evoke all sorts of moods and feelings. Right now, cherries bring me joy. What are you snacking on?
I had this unexpected thought process the other day. It started with dreams of more travel. One thing led to another, and my roller bag became a backpack. My spa accommodations turned into a hostel. My ticket suddenly become one way. I saw it all perfectly and my habitual thoughts of “You can’t do that!” were replaced immediately by “But of course I can do that. I am brave!”Out of nowhere. I am brave. What a simple and powerful truth.Upon further reflection, I remembered that I have a lifetime of courageous acts.
- At 17, when I missed the scheduled rendezvous with my college buddies in Barcelona, I decided to punt and travel Europe alone. That was brave.
- In 1988, I entered a room full of strangers and told them that I was an alcoholic and needed help. That was brave.
- I told my scary ex husband, “Enough.” That was brave.
I’ve told these (and other) stories dozens of times using different descriptors ‑ desperate, naïve, silly, young, dumb, broken. But I never used the word brave to describe myself. So when that deep truth washed over me, I took it all in and smiled.
What’s interesting about these examples is that it was never pretty. In each instance, it was messy, vaguely incoherent, nauseating, teary, and always gut wrenching.
Today’s small acts and words take on a subtler tone, but they are no less brave.
- I tell the truth about myself.
- I sit with my discomfort in stillness.
- I try new things that I’m not good at.
I had forgotten that travelling solo to Costa Rica, New York City, Mont Tremblant, Big Sur, Joshua Tree, and Atlanta was brave, until a friend reminded me.
Ahhh – how easily I dismiss the stronger aspects of my being….
Contemplation: What does courage look like on you? What were the results? How did it make you feel? Is there something now that warrants a bit more bravery today? What are the thoughts or feelings blocking you?