Sometimes I’m not sure whether it was crazy or brave.
Regardless of how many times this girl washed her face and stopped apologizing, exhaustion and cortisol reminded me that no amount of hustle would allow me to maintain two full-time gigs indefinitely. I was working a full-time job to help support my family, fulfilling a labor of love that required full-time energy and still attempting to show up for my family. Something had to give. So, I dreamt big.
I dared to imagine that I could do the full-time, volunteer position and get paid to do it. So I looked for cracks in the infrastructure, designed a position for myself, and asked for a meeting with the three men who could implement my vision.
Armed with a nifty proposal and my resume, I walked into that room, sat in front of these men and released my dream into the wild.
The no that came days later felt like a sucker punch. I had been brave, put in the work and the answer was still no.
What had felt brave only days before, now felt impotent and more along the lines of farfetched and crazy.
As I’ve spent time processing what I did and what happened, I’ve come to realize that even though I didn’t get the answer I wanted, what I did was incredibly brave. And even though my exact, original dream didn’t come true, the real dream did.
I went back to school, and I’m currently working on a Master’s degree that will empower me to do the job I dreamed of and make a living on my own terms, without the need for the approval of three men.
I learned that sometimes the act of bravery can be the end and not just the means to the end. One act of bravery will be the stepping stone for the next.
It wasn’t crazy, it was brave. I am brave. Other peoples inability to dream big with me isn't an indictment of my dream. My dream isn't for them, and that's okay. Their no helped me see that it was time to pick up my dreams and take a hike. My dream was a catalyst and their no stirred the pot.
Tell me about a time you were brave.