Courage

I was a fearful child who grew into an anxious adult. I was anxious about outcomes and about what others would think of me. I was afraid of missteps and doing the wrong thing. Many of my decisions were based on the needs and desires of others, societal pressures, a desire to adhere to church teachings even though it meant suppressing my strengths. It was easier to be small and meaningless.

Years of self-reflection and therapy have taught me to see clearly the deep well of courage that’s innate to my soul. To boldly embrace my gifts – my intellect, my intuition, my empathy and compassion – while remaining true to my soul.

What does my courage look like and how will I reflect it on the carpet? It’s the tree that’s weathered the elements, losing limbs to storms and swaying in the wind but remaining deeply rooted. When I need to draw on courage, I picture my roots shooting downwards as my body stretches high in the air. Grounded in a proven past, confident in the love of self, community and the universe. Strong. Bold. Nourishing.