Sometimes I wonder…

Is life just a string of small moments of courage?

For some reason, when I think of courage, I think of someone who is seemingly fearless. The consummate go-getter.

Joan of Arc. Martin Luther King Jr. Amelia Earhart. Greta Thunberg. 

People who persist, no matter what.

They’re great role models. 

But somehow they seem larger than life. A courage so strong, so big, it’s unachievable.

They seem to have a courage that I do not have. An endless amount that pours out of them, like the lions they are.

I am not them.

But, what I do have, are small moments of courage.

Making tiny leaps that may not seem all that courageous, but it is to me.

Those times when I share a part of myself, when I am afraid of rejection.

Those times when I put myself out there, when I’m afraid of failure.

Those times when I open my heart, when I’m afraid to be seen.

I live for those small moments of courage.

I leap, and I wait.

I look to see — did I get hurt?

Whether the result is ‘good’ or ‘bad’ — there is nothing like transcending through fear by jumping straight into the belly of possible hurt.

And finding out, ‘Hey, I’m alright.” 

I leaped, and I’m alright.

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In gratitude, Bonnie
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