Over the past few months, I’ve had friends say things to me such as:
Oh, that post really resonated with me. I had a breakdown on Sunday night…
I’m so glad you’re talking about these things. I remember when I had a meltdown about…
Dear friends, you are NOT alone. We’re all trying to figure our sh*t out, while acting like we have our heads on straight, priorities sorted and values intact. Sometimes the everyday requires much courage.
It takes courage to crumble at the family dinner table, confessing your fear of taking big risks to follow your dream.
It takes courage to admit that you are sick of feeling poor. You accept it, but it’s hard to not daydream of walking into a store and making a purchase without a payment plan worked out long in advance.
It takes courage to make personal sacrifices which you hope benefit you later. Coffee bars, fancy exercise classes and Bloor Street can wait.
Staring uncertainty in the face is scary, but feeling the fear and doing it anyway is building your character. And you’ll have a good story for the grandkids.
YOUR TURN: When are you courageous?