Bravery and I have a checkered past. There have been times in my life when I have been very afraid and times when I have been very brave. I feel like being brave has been more or less a crapshoot for me but not sticking my neck out has almost always led to trouble, so I err on the side of thinking it is better to have “loved and lost than to never have loved at all.”
The last major league brave thing again was stick my neck out and go for a job I thought I would have trouble getting. I didn’t get it on the first pass but landed more or less in the same workplace a few months later on a different beat. I’m a reporter and I moved from a hyper-local five-day-a-week publication to a 365 regional publication.
I did this without a degree in journalism and six classes shy of completing my Bachelor of Science in Business Administration (I didn’t settle on a college major and actually start school until I was 26). I’ve been at my new job since February and have had the pleasure of seeing my work publish across the state and country. I’ve covered high-profile trials, features, breaking news events including police officer shootings and record floodings and sat down with individuals I have grown to love to find out about their lives and communities.
I’m glad I had the fortitude to jump for what I wanted even if I felt I wouldn’t get it.
However, I almost feel like that is me explaining a situation to match what I think other people would consider a brave move.
For me, there are so many little things that scare me that I don’t let myself avoid (when I may have in the past). Taking the interstate on a short exit ramp, merging in fast traffic, cold calling someone, telling people what I need, speaking the truth and expressing my ambitions are just a few.
I obviously have a hang-up about driving, but I’ve only really spent a great deal of time on the open road over the few years, and the past 10 months in particular. It would be easy to always take the backroads and avoid the fast traffic and tricky merges, but I make myself do it when the interstate is more convenient and always feel a rush of contentment when I do…like I’ve slayed a dragon. I would like to feel that way more often!
This month I am participating in BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo challenge and utilizing predrafted prompts to branch out with my writing. Todays’s prompt was: When was the last time you did something brave? What happened?