10/17/24Somewhere on the road11 months to the day from our first steps onto the Road to Brave Every so often, when we’re willing to slow down enough to notice, we get glimpses. Sunsets, babies, leaves in the breeze. Wrinkled hands gripping yours, clouded eyes filled with peace, embraces holding tight. Glimpses of pure hope. Glimpses … More In the End
Have you ever read a blog post that was almost entirely questions? No? Well, me neither, but here you go. New experiences all around. So many of these posts are drawn out of personal experiences on this road to becoming a slightly braver, more courageous me. When I originally jotted down this thought — what … More Brave Enough to Love
We’re not very good at noticing things nowadays. Subtle things, at least. I notice this too, now, as I attempt to harness my easily-wayward attention to the plow of turning ideas and feelings into words. I notice how long it’s been since I stopped to just…notice. I realize I just recently spent a full day … More Brave Enough to Notice
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living … More Brave Enough to Say Yes
The verbal scuffle echoed out of our bedroom and into the hall. “You should let me have it.” “It’s mine!” “You’re being selfish!” “You’re selfish!” I glared at my seven-year-old sister with the air of aggrieved self-righteousness I’d mastered in my nine years of life. “I,” I proclaimed, fully believing every word, “am never selfish!” … More Brave Enough to Be Invisible
I hate change. There. I said it. I don’t always hate what comes after change. But the process of change is something I used to wrestle with, currently wrestle with, and in all likelihood, will continue to wrestle with till the cows come home. My mom jokes that I’ve hated change from the very beginning … More Brave Enough to Let Go
“Not enough.” I wish it wasn’t one of the loudest voices in my head. Why isn’t my internal cheerleading squad in practice today, drowning out those silly thoughts shouted at me from the too-good internal critic seated firmly in the stands? But no. Apparently “You’re doing great!” decided to take a day off. Or a … More Introduction: The Road to Brave
The Road to Brave 