There are times in life when I wish I could be bold and fearless exactly when I need to be. That would be so nice. I'd love to put on a superhero cape of fearlessness and run around, hopefully with a wind machine blowing a breeze in front of me. Seems only right. I just think it would be really convenient if I could just pull out some bravery as quickly I pull out some chapstick from my bag.
Why is it that when I want to have this burst of heroic courage, I feel so nervous and uncertain? In my lion moments, I end up feeling like a mouse. It just really frosts my cookies when I have all this boldness raring to go, right up until the moment when I need to show it. Err. Fear is such a drag.
I think there's only 1 thing left to do when this becomes a frequent occurrence; do something that requires a truckload of boldness, and attack that thing with all that I've got. Seems like a good plan, no? I'm sure it is! Almost. Well, maybe it sounds crazy, but I would at least like to face my fears and learn how to conquer this recurring battle.
So hear I go! Off to face the unknown terror that is my own imagination! Off to fight the foe of uncertainty and doubt! I will fight the dragon of cowardice and regret, and win! That is the plan, and the hope, and the prayer.
I don't really know what will happen in all these situations that keep flying up in my face, I know they're aggravating and discouraging to look back on when I haven't reacted in the way that I think I should have. But you learn as you go in life, and I'm determined to keep trying and persevering through each day. This could finally be the time where I get it right! I could finally figure out how to see the bat signal of boldness flying in the night sky, and jump in my suit of courage to kung fu fight my nerves! Matrix style even..
Ok, here goes...*gulp*....(insert superhero music here.)
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