I use to be so brave and courageous. Fearless, really.
Maybe I still am, but I haven’t used those muscles lately, so they don’t feel very strong and prominent. It’s almost like they needed to be used more, purposely strengthened and placed into routine and habit, to be made into a stronger, instant reflex.
Bravery, courage and fearlessness. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. How does one become this way? To be brave and courageous?
When I think back to parts of my life where I acted courageously, moments I see now as super brave, but at the time didn’t see it as, I can’t help but wonder why I was so brave. Who did I think I was? How did I become that way? How can I get back to that girl?
I wonder if not having all the information and therefore not being able to talk myself out of doing the courageous act, is the secret ingredient to courage. Ignorance really is bliss.
Or is it a lack of dwelling on it? Like, maybe we know we are scared but we don’t stop there and fixate on that fearful feeling. We instead fixate on something else. Maybe controlling the mind is the secret to courage.
Maybe it’s those things and a lot of other things, too.
Maybe it’s training and practice and just forcing yourself to find ways to step out of your comfort zone, so your comfort zone becomes bigger, and you become braver.
Life, to me, seems so predictable and boring if we don’t have anything to be brave for. Being brave should be a daily practice, the same way we are encouraged to be grateful everyday.
Everyday, as cliché as it sounds, we need to actually do something that makes us uncomfortable to build our courage muscle.
I think when we build this muscle we build a bigger, better, more fulfilling life.
That’s what I’m going to work on.
Sending love, hugs and butt slaps…