Be brave.
bravery
“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire,” – A brilliant title of a collection Charles Bukowski’s writings and my general attitude lately.
Her feet are impeccably clean right now.
If she’s brave enough to stay, that will change pretty soon.
“She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love,“ – Lorrie Moore, Like Life.
“They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word,“ Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca.
Like a Brisket, Part Thirteen
StandardWhen everything was cleared away and everyone was untied, we all just sat around and talked and goofed off. It was strangely comfortable. I felt as if I had known these people for a while, even though I had only met two out of the three that day. It was so nice I didn’t want to leave.
As I was on my way to get my shoes, Craftsmate gave me a hug. “See?” He said, “sometimes things like this work out well.”
He was referencing my previous paranoia that doing munches and stuff like that would just end horribly. I admit, despite some moments of anxiety, I was incredibly pleasantly surprised. So, let it be known that Ivy’s first munch went well and the freak-outs were kept to a pretty fair minimum, all things considered.