When Alarms Sound and You Want to Be Brave
Under a torn moon in a black sky, I push my cart. Groceries rattle against rustling paper bags.
I’ve been wondering this for several days now. How do we live bravely? That’s my word for the year: Brave. While I don’t think of myself as a fearful person, I’m realizing how often stories of great courage and realized-dreams involve pressing in and pressing further. In book after book I’ve read, inventions, breakthroughs, deep wilderness survival, and big accomplishments all have this choice: the decision to persevere, to keep going, to step out in trembling boldness. This belief that bold perseverance and dogged hard work can bring incredible results is exciting, transformative.
So I scribbled pen across lined paper, choosing my very first Word of the Year: Brave. I am challenging myself to step up, to take courageous steps, and to choose self-discipline bravely in the moments when I’d rather settle for easy.
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Walking under a torn moon in a black sky, I muse quiet and push my cart, assembling words in my brain.
Wood-smoke from chimneys and charbroiled burgers scent the zero degree night. Fumbling with my fragmented car key fob, I’m hoping it’ll work after I dissected it in the supermarket to figure out which round battery it uses. Dark headlights stay unlit and the car remains locked, no matter how many times I press the unlock button on the small black fob. Holding breath nervously, I use my key to unlock the door, knowing the car alarm may sound. It does.
Loud shrills accompany my flashing headlights now, rebellious and brash. Sliding into the car, I shuffle papers in the glovebox and pull out the vehicle’s owner manual. In slippery black and white striped mittens, I’m paging madly through the booklet, searching the index for words like “alarm,” “disarm,” and “security.” The owner’s manual slips and slides in my mittened hands until I sigh and whip off my right glove, still balancing the manual on my frosty car.
Forty-five minutes later, after phone calls home, random conversations with strangers in cold twilight, and warming up in Mark’s rumbling gold Saturn beside me, we figured it out and arrived home. Carrying fragile frozen paper bags upstairs, we put groceries away, and marveled at the fierce cold that had set in against green pepper produce, chilled milk, and deep into our skin.
Thank you, God, for cars that run; for Mark being able to repair the key fob under warm grocery store lights; for heated vehicles; for groceries to put away; for supper on a cold night; and for steaming hot baths that erase a sunk-in cold.
Where was the brave? I’m not sure. Persevering in negative two degrees, talking to strangers, and choosing to find thanks, maybe? May I start right here with you tonight? Laugh with me about my key fob dissections and pealing car alarms. I’ll open further and tell you that yesterday, I set off the smoke alarms at home while making pancakes. The worst part? This happens every time I make pancakes! I know.
And maybe Courage is to sit up and share our stories, whatever they may be today. I created a simple black and white chart for myself for the year. In each small box I am jotting a word or two to remember ways I chose brave self-discipline when I’d rather have settled for easy. I am happy to share this simple chart with you too. Feel free to download and share this chart with others.
What about you? Do you choose Words of the Year, or New Year’s Resolutions? Have any special January traditions?
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