At least I hope so, because I really NEED to learn to be imperfect. Or rather, to learn to accept being imperfect. And so here I am, again, writing something and publishing it, without spending a lot of time on it, without editing, without even knowing what I’m gonna say. But as soon as I hit “publish,” I know I’ll get a self-esteem boost, because, hey, I did it. I was brave.
It feels ridiculous to say that, that I or anyone else could be brave just for hitting “publish.” I mean, there are people out there living through war, or disease, or overbearing grief. Aren’t they the ones showing real courage, sometimes just by making it through the day?
Well, yes, they are, but that doesn’t diminish the courage we show when we do something we’re afraid to do that seems small by comparison. Fear is fear. When I’m afraid to hit “publish” because to do so is to put myself out there, to let my soul run naked through the streets, I feel vulnerable. Just as those living in difficult situations do. Whether we feel physically or emotionally vulnerable (or both) doesn’t really matter. It still takes courage to tame fear, whatever kind.
So I hope that none of us are quick to minimize our little acts of bravery throughout each day. They’re all important, they all add up, and they’re all worth an exuberant fist pump.
I got WAY off topic in this post but, oh well, imperfection. YES!