I wouldn’t consider myself brave–this week’s Wednesday Word with Deb. In the “path” of life, I’m faced with choices. If I continue, what will happen? If I turn here, where will it lead? What’s at the end of this path? Will I fail? What’s around that bend? Will I get hurt? The questions never end sometimes. The anxiety can get the best of me.
Remember those “choose the ending” books? I would get nervous just reading those because I always wanted the protagonist to have a happy ending. Turn to page 58. Womp womp. Most often, the protagonist would end up in a safe place but not having the exciting climax and thrilling victory.
Being brave requires trying new things despite the questions and fears, right? I don’t know whether I’m brave unless I go in new directions and try new things. No, I’m not brave in many ways, but I’ve tried new things that have made me braver.
- Pursuing a career in writing when every other person in my family was a doctor, lawyer, engineer, or stock broker.
- Marrying a person who wasn’t Indian when every person in my family had an arranged marriage or had married an Indian.
- Moving across country after 40 with three kids.
With running, I’ve also tried new things that even 5 years ago I would have scoffed at (and probably said were stupid).
- Running a half marathon.
- Running a marathon.
- Running 2,200 miles in one year.
- Running new races in new places.
With each choice, with each moment, each mile, there is a new type of bravery.
Where will your brave take you?
Thanks for hosting the Wednesday Word Deb!