It’s not often that I do things just for fun. Continue reading “dancing toes and joyful prose”
I’m a week in to my #30DaysofBrave Challenge and what I have learned so far is that a major roadblock for me living a fearless life is centered around communication. The times that I have felt both challenged and empowered over the past few weeks have been the times where I have had intentional conversations about uncomfortable subjects.
I have recognized that a life of fearlessness is not achieved by avoiding conversations that are difficult but important. Being fearless means facing these challenging situations head on.
I have always tried to be conflict-averse; to not rock the boat, hurt feelings, or seem needy/immature/demanding/etc. (this stems from being a person who deals with anxiety). When someone does something or says something that hurts me, I tend to harbour it deep down inside instead of just saying, “Hey, let’s talk about how that thing you said/did made me feel.” This goes for all my relationships: with family, friends, employers, colleagues, teachers.
As part of the #30DaysofBrave Challenge, I have been pushing myself to start these important conversations that push the boundaries of my comfort zone. I have shared my opinion of what I believe my value and worth is (I prepped by watching Casey Brown’s TedTalk “Know your worth and then ask for it.”). I shared the 5 Languages of Love assessment with my partner to start the discussion of how we express and feel loved. I have had to fess up to feelings of stress, fear, and exhaustion so that I can get the support and reassurance that I need to move forward.
Opening up is hard. Sometimes, difficult experiences can lead you to live a life of fear, of suppressed emotions, and of complacency. The only thing that can break this cycle is choosing to be brave.
Look in the mirror today and tell yourself, “I deserve the life that I want.” Only when you believe that will you be able to cultivate the spirit inside you to get it. Know your worth. Teach people how you expect to be treated. Tell people when they hurt you. Have uncomfortable conversations. Ask for that raise. And above all else, don’t be afraid to love. Nobody else can do this life for you, so it’s your job to make it a good one. Because you do deserve it.
Be fearless, my darlings.
I’m not sure how it happened. Maybe it stems from being bullied as a child. Or maybe it’s from my exposure to major health crises at a young age. It could be society’s influence. Or maybe it’s just me. Either way, I have spent the majority of my life filled with fear. And I must say, I’m getting pretty tired of it. Continue reading “from fearful to fearless”
I have entered into a new phase of life. One that excites me, and scares me. One that leaves me filled with hope and joy when I wake up, and before I drift to sleep at night. New love is such a beautiful experience, but this one, this feels different. This one feels real.
But despite the butterflies, and the “I miss you mores,” and the talk of a future that I just can’t wait to get to, I do have challenges to overcome. Let me tell you a little bit about my experience of what it’s like to fall in love when you have anxiety. Maybe you can relate? Or maybe you can offer some words of wisdom on how to deal with this. Continue reading “the challenge of love”
It comes as no surprise to me now how drawn to the water I was over the past year. When I needed healing, or grace, or a place to go and just be alone, it was the water’s edge that I chose. But why? Continue reading “changing tides”
In the blink of an eye, I swiftly seemed to have went from summer straight through to winter. With a packed schedule, life’s distractions, and a week in Newfoundland, I missed out on a lot of my autumn traditions this year. No pumpkin carving, no roasting seeds, no visit to the farm and pogo eating, no Halloween costume, no handing out candy, no raking leaves, no demolition derby… I had a few nice walks and back-country drives to admire the colourful fall foliage, and a pumpkin spice latte. Honestly, that was it.
My plan is to make up for my fall failure ten-fold this winter. Continue reading “mistletoe”