You know, I never really thought of myself as brave. I still have a very hard time claiming this adjective but when I consider all the things I’ve become accustomed to like traveling, moving and having a very restrictive diet: I think, yes in fact, I am. This experience is certainly proving that to me.
Even just getting lost & having humor about it, is brave. I remember getting lost in Paris, getting drenched, as it was a summer day and I, of course :), was wearing a petite dress. I wasn’t upset in the slightest; I just thought: “This, of all places, is a beautiful place to get lost.” So that, undoubtedly, made my trip allot better.
Come to think of it, being a writer and having expensive taste, is brave. Now I’ll be the first to admit that being a writer isn’t even close to being a popper. Having a mom and many friends as teachers (unfortunately, a very under-paid profession) certainly drills this point home. I guess what it does show me is that I believe in everything I do as well as everything I own being of great quality: 🙂