Bring Your Brave
I have an obsession with survivor stories. It has something to do with the strength these women show following their unique and terrible experiences. They learn to throw punches. They battle their attackers in court. They face themselves in the mirror. They talk (or write) about what happened to them. They are warriors.
Survival doesn’t mean “I didn’t die,” it means, “I’ve rebuilt a life worth living.”
The obsession began following a treacherous time in my own past. Those stories showed me that what matters most is that afterward I created a life for myself that was filled with hope, with strength, with love. Now I am filled with the desire to be the absolute best person that I can be. I’ll never be a perfect person (where’s the fun in that anyway?);
What I mean is that I want to be the best me I can be.
But Kimberly, you’re thinking, I have not been brutally attacked, left at the altar, or suffered a great loss recently. Let me assure you, you have something in common with my collection of warriors. Each of them was forced to rebuild her life for she could not possibly go back to being the person she was before. Neither can you.
Do you want to be stronger, better, smarter, more challenged and satisfied, have more fun, and in essence be more authentically you? Then you cannot go back to being the person you were yesterday.
So, who will you become?