Peter Huntoon A Day in Vermont

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.