It has certainly been a while since writing on these posts. So much has happened in these few days and as I think and look at my sister and the courage she must muster. It came to me the other day the courage I too have had to muster these past several months.
And so, I love my courage. The courage I have to face each and every day, to start something new. I love the courage I had to muster to write this blog and the courage I have to help my family and friends face what it is that they must face.
My mouth may get me into a lot of trouble, but I love that I have the courage to speak up when something needs to be said. Just as I love that I have the courage to face the speaking when someone else has something to say to me.
Courage wears many faces my friends and for this writer, I’m not ashamed of the one I see in the mirror.