“There’s no safe way to be bold and live your dreams,” I wrote to myself this morning. “In every choice, we are either moving toward love or fear.”
I know fear and worry. It’s my default mindset and stance. But with mindfulness, I can choose to move through it and come out on the other side, to bravery. A magnificent landscape where anything and everything is possible and life is big. And really, we can’t truly know courage, and appreciate where it takes us, without having felt fear and looked it in its eyes. The poet Kahlil Gibran said it sweetly with reference to joy and sorrow: “Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed”.
I am busy with the Artists Way. Week 5. It is the most wondrous book and I connect and believe so much in its message. I’m wondering about my dreams more and more, and looking to open up to possibility.
This morning I was doodling some ideas of what I envision. It felt exciting. But then a voice piped up, reminding me that what I’d be doing would not be quite as safe as part of me would like (I have a strong need to feel secure in this world, albeit an illusion).
Yet beyond that, my dream is starting to speak louder, and my urge to make a difference and love what I do is more than my need to remain cocooned. My hunch is that when we wear the shoes we’re meant to wear in this world and do our thing, our fear simply dissolves into the nothingness that it really is. Our mission is what makes us feel safe, but more than that, it’s what brings us alive.
I urge us all to do be brave. In every choice. Because every choice (and non-choice) leads us to a different reality. And if we choose to take a step that doesn’t feel quite right, away from our truth, who knows if that path will lead us back to our dream? Why take the chance?
Bravery is so many things.
It’s getting in touch with and moving toward our “thing”.
It’s not going through with something that feels wrong despite what it seems like to the world.
Ending a relationship that’s destructive even though it feels scary to be “alone”.
Determination to make a rocky relationship work.
Allowing yourself to be vulnerable.
It’s speaking up when it’s awkward or difficult and it’s easier to say nothing.
Fighting for what you believe in.
Inviting a stranger over whom you’d like to get to know.
Accepting your reality, and in so doing, transforming it.
Speaking to the person in the elevator though you’d rather wriggle away.
It’s not giving up your right of choice and selling out to messages from the media or society.
Getting up and holding your baby in the night. And doing the same again in the morning, even when every bone aches.
It’s not running away from yourself; numbing pain with distraction – of any sort.
It’s doing nothing, when it’s what’s right for you.
Bravery is living according to your inner compass of truth no matter what. And when we veer away from it, as we inevitably do, it’s the movement, one step at a time, back toward who we really are.