TAILS - "Brave"
Tell about a time when you felt brave or showed bravery. (This is TAILS so it needs to be a true/real post from your own life.)
October 28, 2006, I got married for the second time. I had gotten all my things packed beforehand and the next day I moved from the west side of Michigan to the east side.
Getting married involves a degree of BRAVERY to some, but for me it meant moving away from my kids and grandkids. This was a very BRAVE move (pardon the pun) on my part. My kids had been the main focus of my life for about thirty-one years.
I was leaving them and that part of my life behind to start a new life away from them. I was moving to a city I was unfamiliar with and into an apartment I had not seen. My husband-to-be had picked out the new apartment, paid first and last month's rent and the deposit already.
Another reason this was a BRAVE thing for me to do was I was housebound with Agoraphobia and panic attacks. We had met online five years earlier and the whole time we dated he did most of my grocery shopping when he'd drive over. We rarely went out to eat or to the movies or other things people dating usually do.
To go outside meant I had to leave the "safety" of my home. Sometimes I was able to transfer that safe place to his pickup truck and we could go for drives or even short vacations now and then. Sometimes we had to turn around and go back home because it was too much for me to handle. Those times I did not feel very BRAVE at all.
Anyone that has been following my blog the last week knows our marriage has undergone a lot of testing lately. Sometimes it takes a lot of BRAVERY to stay and try to salvage what you can. Sometimes it takes a lot of BRAVERY to leave if there's nothing worth staying for.
The trick is knowing the difference.