To be alive is to be brave. To say yes is to be brave. Even when your knees are shaking and your palms are sweaty. Don’t you know they say life begins at the end of your comfort zone?
I have never thought of myself as adventurous or brave. I was quiet. I was shy. I was afraid. I am still quiet. I am still shy. I am still afraid. But I am brave. It’s not necessary that you think so. It’s necessary that I think so. I’m brave about coffee dates. I’m brave about adoption. I’m brave about faith. I’m brave about climbing mountains. And it’s turning out more amazing than I could have ever dreamed.
The two hardest things I did this week? I climbed a damn mountain with a stranger and I opened up my heart a little to a kindred spirit.
Doesn’t seem like such a big deal, right? Maybe, maybe not. It required some part of me that was screeching NO, STAY HOME ON THE COUCH, NO YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS. Too late, I told that voice, too late, I’ve already said yes. Isn’t there some saying like that? About it only taking 20 seconds of insane courage to change your life?
Be brave. Be courageous. It’s gonna be awesome, I promise. Even if you’re scared to death and it’s 3:47 a.m.