In the last month or so I’ve been surrounded by women who encourage bravery. Who march to a different beat. Who aren’t afraid to do it afraid.
When you have people like this in your life, their way of thinking and doing life rubs off on you. You begin to take steps of courage. You learn to fight for your life in a way you never knew you could.
Tomorrow I’m doing something brave. Taking a journey by myself to a land I haven’t been to since August of 1998. A lot has changed since then. I got married. Started this blog. Had God start completely renovating my heart and my perspectives.
I’ll meet people I’ve only talked to via social media, email, & Face Time. Meeting women, who I swear can see into my soul and write out what they see.
When we booked my airfare, Shawn asked if I was going to be okay flying by myself. I quickly responded of course. As those moments faded I realized, I am actually scared. It is taking a good amount of courage to do this by myself. The flight. The trip itself. Yet, in spite of the fear that is there I know this trip has something for me. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that I’m going.
One of my friends there reiterated my thoughts this past Saturday, in that she believes there will be some healing for my heart and soul involved in this journey.
My friend Rain calls us warrioresses. Brave women who fight through the fear. To become what is hidden in us.
So, I’m taking up my sword (not literally of course – airport security and all ), and attempting to leave myself pliable. I want to be a different person at the end of this trip. I want to be stronger, braver, and more hopeful.
Get ready Oklahoma, I’m coming with blades blazing.