I’ve emerged from the Christmas whirlwind finally. Amid the decorating, shopping, baking, wrapping, parties, baking, ignoring this blog and baking, I did keep the bravery goal in mind. Here are a few things I did:
- Didn’t send Christmas cards. Didn’t even consider it. Sent an e-card instead. You’re welcome, trees.
- Asked a woman in a movie theater to stop her child from kicking my chair. I was amazed at how embarrassed I felt, as if I were the rude one. But the kicking stopped.
- Said no to a very nice person’s party invitation when I wanted to stay home instead. The world kept on turning, so I guess it was ok.
- Instead of making something to bring to the parties I did attend, I ignored a lifetime of domestic conditioning and bought something instead. Hooray for me and for a few minutes saved during a busy season!
- Wrote a query letter for a children’s book series (the ones I’ve been editing). This was new ground for me.
- Watched American Horror Story and The Walking Dead series, both of which stressed me out and kept me up way past my bedtime. Ok, so I know I am reaching here. This is not bravery. But when I look back on the last few weeks all I can remember is confectioners’ sugar and that damn Elf on the shelf that I forgot to move every night.
Midway through my one-year commitment, I find telling the truth and looking foolish a bit easier. My microbraveries don’t feel so brave anymore; they just feel…normal.
In 2012, I’ll blog about non-brave things, too, mostly because I feel like it. However, I do have a few brave resolutions:
- Answer all remaining dares on my Dare Me page, including karaoke, eating haggis, responding to Muff’s splendid channeling of Chaka Khan, and inviting someone I don’t know very well over for dinner.
- Return to improv class, which is still the scariest thing I’ve done so far.
- Regularly submit work/queries to new publications, something I am pretty lame about.
- Attend a hula hoop class (this one inspired by The Bloggess).
- Walk barefoot across hot coals.
- Post more fiction pieces here.
- Defy death at another adventure park involving heights, ropes and the potential for deadly plummeting.
- Look silly in front of strangers without explaining why– walk around for a day wearing a miner’s hat, speak with an accent all day – (these are my 10-year-old’s suggestions).
- Perform acts of kindness to strangers.
- Ghost hunt.
- Have scary animal encounters. Snakes, bats and horses, oh my! Yeah, I don’t know why horses make me nervous either.
Hope you all have a great 2012, in which all zombies and other supernatural nasties are confined to books and screens. And if not, I wish you mad crossbow skills.