I am obsessed with the song "Brave" by Sara Bareilles. I have posted it on Facebook twice, watched the video an embarrassing number of times, and had the song on repeat for a full hour this afternoon while I was home alone and straightening up the house.
When I am obsessed, I go big.
Every time I watch this video I cry. Or at least I almost cry.
I can't explain it, really.
But I think I will try.
Often, I feel like there are two sides to me.
There's the insecure, shy girl bound by duty, the girl who meets deadlines, who has a panic attack in the face of spontaneity, who tries to keep her house clean, who lives by her to-do list, who colors neatly within the lines.
And then there's this other girl inside of me.
She is actually spontaneous.
She dances.
She sings loudly.
She wears a twirly dress.
She laughs.
She colors a Christmas tree orange and the sky purple and maybe she colors within the lines and maybe she doesn't.
She is free.
She is free.
She is free.
When I listen to this song, I see that girl dancing and laughing, and I want to be her.
When I listen to this song, that girl dances right up to me and reaches for my hand and asks me to toss aside my inhibitions and rules and to-do list...
...and just dance.
She asks me to sing
and twirl
and create
and write
and be brave.
I want to be brave.
I want to be brave enough...
...to write
...to create
...to laugh
...to move to a house in the country
...to open my arms wide to this world
...to be free.
I wanna see me be brave.
I wanna see you be brave.
Show me how big your brave is.
I wasn't necessarily being brave in this picture (although I did think I might fall right off that dock), but I felt happy in this picture...and goofy...and free.
