Step Out of the Ordinary
A tramble on courage

After reading Diana C.’s prompt for this week I started writing out all the “risky” business I got up over the years.
The more traditional courageous feats. Jumping out of and off things. Swimming with sharks. Taking a dinghy across croc waters. Speaking to a full event room of businessmen. The list could go on.
The list of “what was” not the treasure.
The reflection on them was where the gold was.
The process made me join the dots on who I am today.
Since becoming a mother, I felt like I wasn’t being courageous anymore.
I forgot that what triggers a moment of courage is different for each of us, in that exact moment of who we are.
Just because I am no longer trying out crazy stunts or climbing the corporate ladder to someone else’s definition of success, doesn’t mean I am not being courageous.
The management of the risks for my daughter, Billie, eating food at a restaurant, party or social gathering is all my energy can handle some days.
Or watching my youngest, Matilda, test her abilities by trying out a stunt without stepping in and stopping her.
Or trying not to control my partner Boj’s health concerns.
To pick up my pencil and draw again.
Play with writing. Hit publish on an article revealing more of who I am. Or leaking pieces of me in a response.
To be so far removed from what I was doing before, all with the uncertainty of a regular paycheck.
I haven’t stayed in a victim bubble, which would be the easiest way to keep “safe”.
I keep showing up.
I keep practising.
I keep trying.
No matter the outcome.
Each experience makes me stronger. I learn where my limits are now. How far I can push them and how far I want to push them.
It isn’t a competition with anyone else.
It is about being brave enough to face my own fears.
Taking a step outside my “ordinary world”.
If anyone else said told me these things about themselves, I would say, “Jeez, you are brave.”
Why did I need to be pushed to say this to myself?
Step by step.
Being courageous.
I am learning to appreciate who I am.
An article I read yesterday by Kathryn A. LeRoy, Ph.D. comes to mind after writing this. Believe it fits in perfectly to what I discovered while reflecting – thanks Kathryn.
Thanks to Diana C. for prompting this tramble (typing ramble) about courage out of me. You have gifted me a moment of reflection I was unaware I needed.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for being you.






