This is my first official blog. Apparently I think I might be brave.
I have to confess, it was a third person, ironic, look-in-the-mirror-and-hope-for- the-best kind of brave.
Then an interesting thing happened. I’m going to be a bit vague here because it’s recent and very real.
We all have people who bring out fear in us. We all, I believe, are trying to rise above that fear. So I made an invitation to someone to rise above with me. To my surprise, no I guess that’s not true, to my sadness they were unable to do so.
The words ‘best to avoid the fiery wrath’ are peculiar at best, terrifying at worst. And that is why I was sad. I knew what it was to avoid. I still do. We all do, don’t we?
Even in the midst of my sadness there was a small fire of my own. A fire that burnt with strength and courage. A fire that knows I don’t have to fear that wrath. A burning belief that I am not caught in that dance of avoiding.
And just when I thought my blog title was just a little bit hopeful, just a little bit tongue in cheek, just a little bit ironic….there she was! She was being brave, she still is. And she is me.