girl in bed w coffee

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 :).


photo source: via Chloie on Pinterest

2 thoughts on “courage

  1. how courageous of you to start this blog! i’m excited to keep up with your musings and epiphanies. love you, dear friend, and proud of who you are – a beautiful, intelligent, creative, and courageous woman. xoxo, ~j

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