Courage

Courage comes in so many shapes, colors, amounts, and geomorphic forms. Some days courage is getting out of bed without stretching my foot first. Somedays it's driving a big boat up river between two dams, hoping like heck the motor that was acting up yesterday is running well today. Yesterday, it was telling someone I care about that I needed them in my life. Until I said it, I wasn't aware of the need, but there it was, and it was true. Scared me. I'm often described as fiercely independent. I bristle at the offer of help, doggedly keep going to finish something myself rather than ask for help, risking exhaustion, injury, but preserving the pride. But there is someone I need. Sometimes courage is speaking without thinking, realizing the truth of the unconscious thought, and enjoying the resulting growth of life and soul.