Courage: the ability to do something that frightens one.
Things that frighten me…
Watching people bungee jump.
Talking in front of small crowds.
Ants. Yes, ants.
Singing in the shower. Not exaggerating.
Scrunching up foil.
I can muster the ability to do, or be a part of, any of those above. But I won’t like it. Even though the long term impact on me, personally, is minimal. I still don’t like it.
However, when looking at another definition of Courage…
Courage: mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty…
It begins taking on a new meaning for me. This is the kind of Courage I thrive on. I like adventure, challenges, the adrenaline rush of racing to the unknown. Even as I sit here typing my heart has begun racing picturing myself on this type of courage journey.
It’s one I feel I’ve been prepping for for quite some time.
Maybe that’s the point. Perhaps we’re always supposed to be ready to display courage. We never know from day to day what we’ll be faced with. So when life throws a curve, it’s best to be, at least somewhat, prepared the best we can.
But, how do you grow in courage? What does that look like for you? Is it something you set out to do? Or is it something life teaches you?
What does your courage moment look like right now?