When I hear the word brave, I immediately romanticize the word and imagine a heroic act or a single moment in time where the odds were overcome. But upon deeper reflection, some of the bravest things we, as emotional and sensitive beings, endure are the things that we make decisions to face for the long haul.
This year I did not jump in front of an oncoming bus to save an old lady from being run down. That would have been quite a story!
This year, after fighting a long battle to win my parents’ acceptance, I made the brave decision to live my life without them. It’s still hard to even say that. Write it. Acknowledge it. And I’m sure that it will be hard for the rest of my life. But ever since I made this decision I have been at peace, so I have that constant reassurance that I am doing what is best for me.
The one thing that my parents taught me that has perhaps backfired on them is how to stand on my own two feet. Be decisive, be strong, stand your ground, know your worth. This was a lovely thing for me to know while the decisions I was making were in line with their own personal desires.
I spent a lot of time, energy, and money in therapy (and with many amazing friends and good drinks – don’t be fooled) finding who I am and turning my life into this authentic and beautiful thing that it has become. I’m not looking back. Not for anyone. Not even them.
Friends, my lesson this year was on bravery. Know who you are (or find out), live the most authentic life possible, and do not apologize, feel guilty, or seek approval for even one second.