(h/t Donna Hall for introducing me to Brene Brown, showing me the Podcast app on my phone and changing my life forever in the midst of a late night painting frenzy!)
Here’s the quote:
It’s possible to be afraid and brave in the very same moment.
She goes on to say that she finds herself in a state of being both afraid and brave all the time, and it is the willingness to be brave while we are afraid that is the essence of our power.
Being Brave and Afraid
A few summers ago I wrote a post about how my kids weren’t little anymore about how it was breaking my heart to endure so many changes.
Now I look at the girl who wrote those words four years ago, and I wish I could tell her to quit whining. I want to say to her,
You only think you know about change. I’ll show you change.
How about you empty your entire house of every piece of everything you’ve ever owned, quit your whole life here in Arkansas and fly to a new country with your husband and four kids with only what you can fit into a handful of suitcases?
How about you start all over in a new place where you are jobless, homeless and friendless?
How’s that for change?
The most common question I am asked right now about our upcoming move to Scotland goes something like this,
How are you feeling about everything?
Some days, I am about to bust with excitement. Challenge! Travel! Adventure! People with cool accents!
Other days, I am paralyzed by fear. How are we going to live? What will we eat? Are we destroying our lives? Will our kids hate us forever? Where will I buy black beans and steel cut oats in bulk?
Most days, I can only put one foot in front of the other. Today I will paint one room in our house. Tomorrow I will call about having the carpets cleaned. I will clean out one more shelf. One more cabinet. I will box up just this one section of our life and close the door on it for a season.
One thing I can say for certain is that I am afraid. I have almost no answers to my questions. I have even fewer answers for my family’s questions.
So I love the idea of being brave in the midst of all the fear. I think I’ve been calling it foolishness. Or blind faith.
But now I am going to say in my heart that we are brave.
I am brave.
At the same time.
How about you? Is there a place where you are afraid and brave at the same time? Do you find that the two often coexist?