So, this weekend had several moments of clarity. Realizing the depth of feelings for another human being is never easy-and we don't want to admit we care, because then we have to open ourselves to the possibility of hurt or rejection as well as the possibility of happiness. and all the work that comes with it.
My bravery was not in admitting the emotions I was feeling, but in admitting that they were one sided, and that I would have to move forward regardless. The moments of brave came in NOT making a phone call, or texting. It came with each moment of survival, as I waded through and faced the new day, knowing that no matter how deep the love in my heart, it was not something that would benefit my life, or my future. So, I carried on.
Breathing. It seems so simple until the moment when you can't. When something strikes you so deep within your heart that it takes your breath. I practiced the art of breathing. And going through each mundane, normal task with as much dignity and self-respect that I could muster. I braved the waves of emotions, and didn't allow a tear to fall as my heart worked on mending. And today, once again, I woke up to a new day full of possibilities.
Bravery means celebrating the small victories as well as the revelation moments. It means showing up when you would rather hide. Standing tall when you want to shrink in fear. Smiling at that person who has no idea how much damage they caused to your life. Taking the high road when you would rather slink off into the darkness of self pity and failure. This, my friends, is BRAVE.
As you go through today, remember that if you are dressed, and moving....you have achieved a moment of success.
God Bless!
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