Brave. That’s what she called me.
Me? Brave? But I’m afraid of everything.
Fear is like my shadow. My heart races while my thoughts spin and I sigh. Oh it’s just you again. My fears come in all shapes and sizes but behind those masks are one and the same. Anxiety, depression, stress…all coming from that deep elemental place where fear reigns.
When I look back though, when I play the movie of the last few years, I watch myself experiencing constant fear and moving toward it. I haven’t let it stand in my way. There I am moving from place to place almost never finding my comfort zone. And that’s me living halfway around the world in a strange new country. If I saw anyone else doing these things, surely I would describe them as very brave. Especially if I had insight into how deeply fearful they were to begin with.
And so I’m left with this: I am Brave.
Bravery is not being fearless. It is being overwhelmed by fear and not backing down. We can only be brave when we are afraid.
So, embrace your fear. Look it right in the eye and thank it for making you a warrior.