Brave is first-responders. And new moms.
Brave is skydiving, and saying “I love you” first.
Brave is scary. Brave is awesome.
Brave is necessary, so necessary.
Brave is breaking out the art supplies, when it’s been so long you’re not sure you’ll know how to use them.
Brave is riding a bike for the first time.
And brave is being the proud, anxious papa letting go of the handlebars.
Brave is making your own choices.
Brave is making mistakes.
Brave is getting out of bed, when the covers are calling.
Brave is daring to stand out, when it’s easier to fit in.
Brave is bold.
Brave is awe-inspiring.
Brave is such a good word, such a good trait.
Brave is getting getting back in the ring fter being knocked down.
Brave is trying again after failing miserably.
Brave is embracing the unknown, all kinds of unknown.
Brave is anyone that faces life with hope, and a refusal to quit.
And Brave is what I aspire to.
Brave is what I most want to be.
Brave is beautiful.
If ever you're looking for an excuse, encouragement to write, this is great.
Freewriting has a way of opening your mind up to what it really wants to say.
Also, it's become one of my favorite parts of the week. (Then again, Friday has always had a special place in my heart. ;) )
Happy weekending friends.