My name is Dory. I am a freelance writer and married mother of two living in suburbia. I am working on becoming brave.
So nearly every day for a year I am going to attempt one thing that scares me – tell an unpopular truth, try something new, let myself be seen without the genial smoke screen. I won’t be joining the volunteer fire department or the military or the Peace Corps. But I am willing to take some chances, and I hope doing so will lead to more rewarding work, more fulfilling relationships, maybe even an extraordinary life.
Now, a word about the word “brave.” There are wonderful souls in this world who are Brave with a capital “B,” those who risk their lives in the service of others – police officers, firefighters, military personnel and the like – or those who battle serious illness or injury. I do not for one second liken my brand of bravery to theirs. I am talking about a quieter kind of courage. Everyday bravery—the choice between hiding and telling the truth, between playing it safe and risking failure, harsh judgment or ridicule.
A little bit of bravery is better than none.
I also reserve the right to ignore my initial objective in writing this blog if I feel like it. For example, in February 2012, I am doing something that brings me joy every day. Just because I feel like it. And because February feels like the longest month of the year.
See how I am not even worrying about your expecations of me? I’m braver already.