10 February 2011
what are you being brave about right now? she asked, and i found myself at a loss for that blithe sort of answer i'm generally good for.
i can't so much say i've been heroic or plucky as of late. mostly these are leaden months of heart-weary.
but i got to thinking about it, and here's what i've decided: that sometimes courage means simply showing up, day after barren day, and allowing yourself the bright permission to hope.
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