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You’re so brave!
No. That’s a lovely idea, it is, and thank you. I do appreciate the sentiment and we often enjoy hearing that kind of thing. It’s an enormously tempting idea, too, and hard to give up. It would be terrific to believe that I’m this wonderfully brave, courageous, strong woman who overcame unimaginable odds to assert her true self without compromise to a hostile, bigoted world. But it just isn’t true.
We aren’t brave. We’re scared shitless and in tremendous pain and desperate for a way out, and don’t really have much of a choice.
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It reminded me of my very first parachute jump.
Kitted out and flying around at 3,000ft
The jump master said "if you don't want to jump, we can take you down"
So was it brave to step out on to the wing?
Was it bravery, that I let go of the wing?
Was it brave of me to parachute?
I had 2 choices that day
1) "scared shitless", jump, and maybe die
2) not jump, "be safe", and die of regret every single day for the rest of my life.
I do not believe in living with regret
Regret kills us slowly from the inside out
This does not mean I haven't made mistakes, it doesn't mean I've done everything perfectly.
But I've never "regretted" any single day and I'd never want to re-do any day differently.
Differently- is for Tomorrow
You’re so brave!
No. That’s a lovely idea, it is, and thank you. I do appreciate the sentiment and we often enjoy hearing that kind of thing. It’s an enormously tempting idea, too, and hard to give up. It would be terrific to believe that I’m this wonderfully brave, courageous, strong woman who overcame unimaginable odds to assert her true self without compromise to a hostile, bigoted world. But it just isn’t true.
We aren’t brave. We’re scared shitless and in tremendous pain and desperate for a way out, and don’t really have much of a choice.
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It reminded me of my very first parachute jump.
The jump master said "if you don't want to jump, we can take you down"
So was it brave to step out on to the wing?
Was it bravery, that I let go of the wing?
Was it brave of me to parachute?
I had 2 choices that day
1) "scared shitless", jump, and maybe die
2) not jump, "be safe", and die of regret every single day for the rest of my life.
I do not believe in living with regret
Regret kills us slowly from the inside out
This does not mean I haven't made mistakes, it doesn't mean I've done everything perfectly.
But I've never "regretted" any single day and I'd never want to re-do any day differently.
Differently- is for Tomorrow
1 comment:
great out look on life I hope your zeal for life is contagious.
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