On Being Brave – Some thoughts on bravery, love, and being 30.
“Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life–well, valuable, but small–and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave?”
Call it an “I’m turning 30” thing, but if I’m being honest, it’s been more than a year that I’ve been feeling this way.
I have friends who are courageously doing great things. Friends who are traveling, going on adventures, and changing the world through things like pediatrics and doctors without borders, or hosting life-changing podcasts, or writing books, or raising two sets of twin girls, or competing in triathlons, or volunteering their limited spare time running organizations for the special needs community or at-risk youth.
I had dreams of travel and exploring, of writing books, having a big family, and living a big life with big love. As life has unfolded over the last ten or so years, some of those dreams have been tucked away in drawers one by one, some by choice and some not.
At this moment, I am not traveling the corners of the world, hosting grand parties, running marathons, or writing books. I’m not president of the PTO or on the board for any charities, or pursuing an exceedingly important career. And the shiny squares of Instagram and the pictures on Pinterest would lead me to believe everyone is doing all these things all the time.
The truth is, most of us are simply doing our best to lead a valuable, love-filled life. And some squares of that life look a whole lot prettier and more glamorous than others.
Comparison is the thief of joy, and so my focus isn’t on how much more fun, glamorous, and adventure-filled everyone else’s life seems on Instagram. My focus is on here and now. What brave things can I do right now, with the limitations we have, in this season, with my people?
I don’t know what that will look like, since in many ways, we’re still on baby steps. It might mean trying to do something new with my blog. It might mean not giving up on the dream of family movie night, or the logistics of traveling. It might mean having the courage to hold on to or let go of things in my life. It might mean trying something completely new.
It might simply mean carrying on. And even though I’m not traveling Europe, or in the middle of writing a book, or even learning the ukulele, I’m trying to love what is. Right now.
Love, I suppose, in it’s own way, is always a brave thing.
This year is about bravery and love. Here’s to both!