There is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fearmongers
Than those of us who are willing to fall
Because we have learned how to rise
With skinned knees and bruised hearts;
We choose owning our stories of struggle,
Over hiding, over hustling, over pretending.
When we deny our stories, they define us.
When we run from struggle, we are never free.
So we turn toward truth and look it in the eye.
We will not be characters in our stories.
Not villains, not victims, not even heroes.
We are the authors of our lives.
We write our own daring ending.
We craft love from heartbreak,
Compassion from shame,
Grace from disappointment,
Courage from failure.
Showing up is our power.
Story is our way home.
Truth is our song.
We are the brave and brokenhearted.
We are rising strong.
This is from Brene´Brown’s new book “Rising Strong.”
She writes: “Story is our way home.” This comes closest to describing why I write, and I just realized it this morning. This is how I heal. Knowing that I have failed and not only stood back up, but am thriving, gives me hope (the absence of which causes depression), and strength of mind and spirit. I can survive when I inevitably fail again.
I need not be afraid of life; “We are the authors of our lives, we write our own daring endings.”