i guess i should say, i’m not most of the time.
i have to be.
it’s like when i get sick first and then they catch it, i can’t be sick anymore because they need me. maybe bravery is like that.
I am brave because they cant be.
i have a friend who wrote something phenomenal. she was brave to say what she said. to relive some things in order to heal.
i’m married to a man who goes to work with mostly women everyday. he’s brave!
am i brave for me though?
bravery as a choice…i guess so. everything else in this life is.
my youngest asked me about death:
“what happens to your body?”
“you are a soul with a body love. not the other way around.”
“what’s a soul?”
“it’s who are inside your head.”
“if i cut your toe off you’d still be you.”
brave is answering the hard questions.
speaking to those who need my bravery, so they can choose bravery in this moment too.