Have you read Brene Brown’s Manifesto of the Brave and Brokenhearted? It’s a story I go back to each time I feel like dipping out when the going gets too tough.
Paragraphs three, four and five are my favorite to re-read over and over when I need the reminder.
And it goes like this:
There is no greater threat to the critic and cynics and fearmongers than those of us who are willing to fall because we have learned how to rise.
With skinned knees and bruised hearts; we choose owning our stories of struggle, over hiding, over hustling, over pretending.
When we deny our stories, they define us. When we run from struggle, we are never free. So we turn toward truth and look it in the eye.
We will not be characters in our stories. Not villains, not victims, not even heroes.
We are the authors of our lives. We write our own endings.
We craft love from heartbreak, compassion from shame, grace from disappointment, courage from failure.
Showing up is our power. Story is our way home. Truth is our song. We are the brave and brokenhearted. We are rising strong.
I won’t let my past dictate my future. I get to write my own ending. I’m not one to play the victim but I can work on not feeling like the villain.
Side rant: it drives me batty when people are hell-bent on playing the victim, turning every injustice into a personal attack on their own day.
Will you look in the mirror and ask yourself the hard questions? Will you look your truth in the eye and not run from it? What would happen if you stopped running and started to tackle it?
Hold yourself accountable. Save yourself. It’s only ever up to you to make a difference in your own world. Ask a question. Seek understanding before you judge.
Tackling my own demons has been my biggest struggle these past two years, and yet, the most rewarding.
Stay hungry for the growth my friends.