1. the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear; bravery.
That is, quality – not quantity. You see, courage is not quantifiable, else consumers like me could order it up from Amazon.com or Ebay, for shipment in brown paper wrapping. Else consumers like me would stock-up, as we do with cosmetics and other such superficial things, to bury insecurities. Else I’d be fearless.
I can’t be the only one, you can’t convince me of that.
With just a little courage, I could do good things, I know it, and it would only take a little more for me to accomplish great things. Courage in small spurts, even, just to get me started in the right direction. I’m what you call a creature of habit, and – by definition – fearful of change of any kind. It’s not that I don’t crave adventure like anyone else, I just choose to hold myself victim to this fear. What’s worse is that I recognize it and fail on every level to do anything about it.
BUT, here is where it changes. I have an imaginary list of things, just like EVERYONE (yes, I know you have one too, secretly) that I’d really like to cross off the proverbial ‘Bucket List’. My goal? To 1) make the list real. Write it down, organize it. And then, when it becomes an outline, 2) make that list my bitch. Check it off, one by one. Unabashedly resolve all of the to-dos I’ve neglected for the first 40 years of my life for fear of… what again? Hell if I even know.
Let’s call this Resolution Day.