In talking with someone today, they shared with me that they felt I was brave. I waved it off politely, for I don’t see myself that way, but she reiterated to me that I was. I thanked her and our conversation carried on.
Her words stayed with me this afternoon. Brave means different things to different people. We don’t often look at ourselves in those terms, but the more I thought about it and I mean this is no conceded way, I thought to myself, “Yes! Yes! I am brave!”
As we move into this season of Lent, a time for reflection, I am making a personal stand and a bold choice. With the love and support of my family, I’m stepping on to the path of a new adventure. With eyes wide, I’m excited, nervous and very ready.
Head held high, I’m taking my leap.