Brave. Brave? Last week was easier!! Writing about friends comes naturally. But writing about "brave?" Not so much! Then I listen to Pandora and John Mayer is singing, "Say what you need to say!" over and over again. OK. I guess what's been on my mind lately is about the twists and turns that life throws at us.
I've never felt particularly brave. I'm pretty much a laissez-faire homebody. I usually take what life hands me and roll with the punches. There have been a few times when I could maybe considered myself to have acted in a brave way.
I once had a job that was eating me up inside and making me miserable. I quit it. On a whim. Without talking to my husband or making plans for the future. We were living paycheck to paycheck and I quit my job in the middle of a bad economy. At the time I thought I was pretty stupid. Maybe a lot of people did. But I think it was also brave. It wasn't a good place for me physically, emotionally or spiritually.
As it turns out, I found a new job about three weeks later. A job that I LOVE. With people who are kind, respectful, mature and fun to be around! A job that makes me want to come to work! A job where I can learn and grow and feel like I am making a difference.
So was quitting the other job brave? Maybe. Maybe not. But I'm glad I did it. It was scary, but it helped me to grow. Making the change allowed me to more of the person I want to be. In hindsight, it was a great decision, even if I was terrified at the time. I think I'm gonna go with "brave" on this one!
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