“Come on!” I said, “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
{I’m laughing, as I type this because I’m thinking of a dear friend who could easily rattle off a list of 10 things right off the bat that could happen if she fell. I, on the other hand, tend to lean more to the “everything’s gonna be fine” mentality.}
{Oh, and by the way: she’s not crying in that picture, I promise. She’s being dramatic and silly.}
The poor girl stood there for the longest time, staring with playful eyes at the dangling rings before her. She wanted so badly to do it – to push off with her feet and grab the next ring – but fear held her captive.
The fear is most definitely still there, I just won’t be limited by it anymore.
Life-changing big, brave things that look like normal, everyday things to you.
Which has got me wondering, what does being brave look like to you?
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