The other day, I was talking with an old friend about the project here and she made a comment that is getting to be quite common – “that really takes a lot of courage,” she said, before continuing to gush about the idea. This idea has been milling around in my head since then… Are Russ and I really being courageous by making this decision?
Sure, it takes strength to eschew the ordinary, chart a completely unknown course and rely on your legs to get you there. But courage?
I’ve been pondering this idea for awhile now. And I think it keeps rattling around in my head is because, honestly, I don’t feel particularly courageous. Maybe I should. And maybe I will over time. Or maybe I don’t really know what courage is supposed to feel like.
What I do know is that, for the first time in a long time, I am absolutely 110% sure that I’m doing what I’m meant to.
So maybe I don’t feel courageous because I haven’t felt any drama over this choice. No doubts. No fears. No having to slay any inner demons in order to come to this decision. Just a calm knowing that I’m heading in the right direction.
Of course, you might ask me again after that first night camping in grizzly territory. That might earn me some inner courage.
So, what do you think? Do you think it takes courage to do what we’re doing?
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