Being brave. Being brave is NOT suiting up in armor and facing our enemies head on. Being brave is NOT fighting back.
“Be brave!”, they say. “Chin up!”, they shout. “Go get ’em!”, they yell. As if it were that easy.
And sometimes maybe it is that easy. Sometimes it’s just standing up for ourselves in the little things. But sometimes. Sometimes being brave takes every ounce of energy we have JUST to take our next breath.
Brave. The mom who is doing everything to balance parenting and career and the child that demands far more than she ever intended. Brave. The woman who is trying to get ahead in business but truly doesn’t have a clue what her next step is. Brave. The man who is forced to go out and get a new job after doing the same thing for many, many years. Brave. Deciding to follow your dream and step way outside was is comfortable and known. Brave. Not allowing the challenges of life to consume you and steal your joy.
And sometimes. Sometimes it’s just taking a look in the mirror and realizing who you really are. Embracing that person. Trying to find out what she needs. And moving ahead.