Good morning :). I can’t pretend that I know what your morning was like, but on a scale of 1 to 10 where 1 is a disaster and 10 is the best morning ever, mine hovers humbly at the 5 mark. Not crazy. Just my usual Monday morning. Making breakfast for munchkin and me, saying goodbye to husband, saying hello to nanny, and brewing half decaf Stumptown in my Bialetti. I actually love mornings despite not being a “morning person”. I guess it’s because I want to be alone in the morning :p. That never happens as a parent.
I wish I had taken a photo of my friend yesterday. There she was sitting pretty in a vision of pink and bows with splashes of glamour, next to her bike with a basket (I still covet one of these for my fantasy “country/beach” home) under the trees as we chatted while our little ones napped in the midst of a most adorable mermaid-themed birthday party.
We caught up on the summer and I shared my blog idea. I don’t know what it was about yesterday, but I felt bold. I felt comfortable. Usually, I constantly judge myself and that holds me back from just being happy and me. I criticize what I say, I feel lesser than, and I am always stressed about something. But yesterday, I felt free from it all. I don’t know what clicked or happened. I just did, and if I can figure that secret out, I want to live my every day that way. And I want to share it with you!
As I continued to spout details and ideas, one word she said stuck to me like a “dee doo” (what my munchkin has been calling “stickers”). A happy sun-shiny sticker. It was COURAGEOUS. Doesn’t it amaze you how you will just pass by thousands of words (if not millions?) a day and one will just stick out just like that. I think it’s because that one word will resonate with some deep-seated “truths” that we carry around and the mere mention of them brings a resurgence of feelings that had once disappeared into our subconscious.
Me? Courageous? Well yes, when’s the last time that I took a real risk? When is the last time that I tried something I might fail at? Courageous is not a word that I would ever use to characterize myself. And yet, if I think about my child, I would want “courage” to always be a part of his character. So then, why not me too?
Today’s reflection is that I will be courageous because I want to be courageous. It starts small. Really small. But I can imagine that small acts of courage beget large acts of courage. Better to start somewhere and do something than to not start at all. I know you have heard this so many times before but it’s my hope that today, it might stir up something in you that has been dormant for too long :).