While Eisley was in the hospital, I was told I was brave. After Eisley passed away, I was told I was brave.
I can tell you this – I did not feel brave during either of those times. There were many other things I felt, but bravery was not one of those feelings. I’ve thought about it a lot since that time and I align with the quote in the image above, it isn’t about the absence of fear. It isn’t about this overwhelming sense of courage. It’s about forging ahead despite those ever-present feelings of fear.
For some, being brave means:
- getting out of bed the next morning.
- showing up at the polls to vote.
- burying your child.
- burying your spouse.
- burying your parent.
- getting a double mastectomy.
- fighting to get services for your special needs child, even when the fight is so daunting.
- trying to get pregnant after a miscarriage or the loss of a child.
- leaving everything you’ve ever known to join your new family.
- adopting a child.
- walking into that hospital room every single morning.
- walking into that office every single morning.
- standing up against a bully.
- calling your senators or representatives.
- moving to a foreign country to bring home your children.
- starting a nonprofit to help those in need.
- being okay with major life change.
- believing differently than your friends or family.
- serving your country.
- battling out-of-control wildfires.
- standing up for the marginalized.
- seeking help.
- being a stay-at-home mom.
- being a working mom.
- giving up security to chase your dream.
- being different from those around you.
- rebuilding after every thing around you has crumbled.
- loving others, especially those who are hard to love.
What is your brave?