on bravery.

I had a really good day. 
On days like this, I step back and wonder why it was good. 
Was it really the circumstances, or was it my attitude? 
What was different?
And now that I step back, I suppose I can think of one thing.

I was brave today.

I went to a class at work. 
Speechcraft 101.
I was nervous.
But it was exhiliarating. 
Just getting out of my comfort zone.
Just the mere act of being brave.
We paired up and had to introduce our partner.
"Carin is here because it scares her," my partner said.
Oh, I could have given her a bunch of other pretty reasons.
Reasons that would make me look more secure than I really am.
But this was my real reason.
So, that's what I told her.
I'm going to rock this out.
I give a speech next week and it's going to be kickass.
Single mom secretary amidst educated environmentalists. 
Artist among rule keepers.
Square peg in round hole.
And I can't wait. 
My inspiration?
Running chatter.
I think she gets me.

I was going to write about a bunch of other stuff tonight. 
Like Natasha Bedingfield's new song that gives me chills. 
Or human connection and how we all desperately need it. 
And, I wanted to elaborate on said connection. 
And talk about the comments on my rambling post and how good they made me feel. 
How I love to "get and be gotten". 
How a simple "I get you" practically brings tears to my eyes and fills me up more than I want to admit. 

But, this is what came out. 

And, I won't delete.

Succinct? 
Maybe. 
Parting words?

Be brave.