I’ve received a lot of wonderful feedback on my post, “The things we hide (get ready for the raw).” Many of you as well as friends and family said that they were touched by my honesty and courage, and even told me about the things they hide in order to protect themselves. The feedback got me thinking about what it means to have courage.
I’ve always thought of myself more as the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz. But, I’ve come to realize that having moments of being afraid or insecure about uncertainty doesn’t make me cowardly, it just means that at that moment, I’m feeling something that is real for me.
We all have things we are more courageous about than others. For instance, I have no problem picking up a spider and escorting him out of the house. But, every three months as I’m headed for my doctor’s visits, I’m a mound of jiggly anxiety-jello. But I go. And that’s the courage. Until recently, I thought of myself as a wimp because I freak out over these appointments, but I push through and go anyway.
Right now, I have a friend whose son is fighting an unimaginable medical fight. He’s three and He. Is. Fighting. He’s fighting through pain that no one should have to endure. His courage is tremendously inspiring. We call him ‘the little ninja’. He’s taught me a lot this past week about endurance and bravery to the extent that if I catch myself hemming and hawing about doing something I think, “if the little ninja can plow through his fight, you can do anything.” He truly is an inspiration.
What I’ve learned is that I used to think that word courage was reserved for warriors headed into battle, uncertain of what’s awaiting them. But we’re all warriors fighting our own battles aren’t we? Each one just as real for us as the soldier on the front line.
Feeling afraid doesn’t make us cowardly, it makes us human. Pressing on despite those fears is what makes us warriors. And the bravest move of all is letting go and having faith.
Rasham Nassar’s life changed when she went to college. Like many students entering university, she was shocked to realize that life wasn’t what she had always known, and coped with changes and life pressures by abusing alcohol. Alcohol took over her life, and by age 26, she entered rehab.
She found inspiration in the yoga teacher at the center, and found solace in her own hear. By turning inward, she was able to walk out of the prison she had built for herself.
I love this post from Amber of My Crazy Healthy Life blog. A beautiful story of transformation and a desire to help others embrace their ‘extraordinary-ness’ and live a wholesome life.
“Make your life extraordinary” has been my mantra for the past fourteen years. Somewhere in my late twenties, I realized that regular just doesn’t work for me–I want more out of life. And so began my quest to become extraordinarily healthy. I traded in my running shoes for a yoga mat, stopped eating meat, and learned how to meditate. My new life was anything but regular. It also made me stronger, healthier, and happier than I had ever been before. Read the full post.
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Today is a beautiful, sunny day in Georgia. Like a lizard basking on a rock, I sat outside at lunch soaking up as much vitamin D as I could in an hour. I caught up on my blog roll, and fielding comments on my blog when I found that I’d received a little more sunshine.
As a devoted blogger and devour-er of beautiful content in the blogsphere, it was quite an honor to receive love and gratitude from a fellow writer. Thanks so much to the Food Yogi who nominated me for my second Sunshine Award! I wasn’t quite sure how to react in terms of posting as it seemed somewhat self-ingratiating, but I stopped myself to think about how to receive a gift. Continue reading →
I often joke that Yoga is my coffee. Not as a goal or something to check off of my to do list, but as a purpose, a means to evolve and move forward. The house is still, the room is dark, my alarm goes off, I hear the clink of my dogs’ collars as they awake, and I begin to move. The day is new, and it’s time to take another step forward. Each day is new, different, often challenging and very often rewarding.
But, I want to hear about what get you up in the morning. If you didn’t have to worry about work being the driving force to get you up, that is if you could sleep until your eyes popped open, what motivates you to kick each days a$$? Of course, these choices aren’t mutually exclusive, but I want to know the first thing that comes to your mind.