Day 30, 100 Days to Brave: Tell Someone

I considered being a missionary. I mean, not to sound trite, but I thought I could do this and that it would be honorable and interesting. Good -Godly- work.
I like people- enough.
And can talk-ish.

But there were a few flaws in my consideration.
Like the fact that I hate insects, snakes, and pretty much being around animals.
Give me a zoo or a few moments with your house pet and my animal-love-tank is overflowing. I am most-assuredly fulfilled.
Give me a petting zoo, or an extended amount of time with your pet- cute and precious and all the things that it is- but I am so over it.

I also do not enjoy being dirty. Or sweaty. Or peeing in community.

When I really think about it, it is most honest to say that this may not be the life for me.
Read: THIS IS NOT THE LIFE FOR ME.
Sure, not all locations are dirty and poor, but at some point that defined "mission" in my mind, and it pretty-much stuck.

Annie's friend Mallory wanted to go to YWAM (Youth With A Mission).
Apparently this was not on her radar from the beginning, as she seemed hesitant, frightened even, of admitting this out loud.

When I write, it is a therapeutic avenue for me to express something inside of me.
I love it. It is life-giving.
But writing this to share, or speaking it out loud, this makes me a little hesitant. Frightened, even.
Admission has the ability to set things into motion...things otherwise hidden. 

Bake-A-Boo

Be Brave: 

Call a friend today. Take him or her to lunch or coffee or meet up and go on a walk. 

And when ya'll are chatting, tell your friend that one brave thing that you haven't said out loud yet.

(emphs mine)

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You wanna hear one of my brave things?
It is a dream of mine to write a memoir. 

Maybe more than one. 

I am actually audacious enough to believe that I got to experience some amazing seasons of life which can each make for their own novel. 

And I they will be well-received because I am a very regular girl (check) who has experienced a lot of difficult seasons (check) but still has some fascinating stories to tell (check). 

People like ordinary Jill-Schmoes. Relatability. 

People like difficultly because we all need a challenge: we all face hard times, and we like to compare our experiences to others. To see how others persevere- or don't. 

And people like fascination- that which is out of our everyday. The stories which engage us. Keep us up past bed time. 

And I have all three. 

Triple threats!

I know this may sound obnoxious. I suppose I am simply feeling brave. But that's the point, right?
If I am not feeling a little braver on day 30 than I was on day 1, than what is the point? 

What is your brave secret?