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honestly

Brave Heart and Shaky Steps

I made a bucket-list of special things I wanted to do in my lifetime. Each item required a different kind of brave. Make a homemade apple pie called for culinary courage, while adopt a child required a different sort of bravery altogether. read more

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Surrendering to Failure

Before I was a mom, I never failed at anything. Maybe I was just an exceptionally successful young adult. Perhaps I was lucky. Privileged -- of course. But looking back, I believe the absence of failure had more to do with avoiding risk than any particular giftedness. read more

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Should My Weight Bother Me?

I heard a boy mumble something about my double size shirt. The immediate response by the girls following me was, “Ooooohhhh, are you going to let him talk to you like that?! He just called you fat!” My response, “I am a happy, confident woman. It does not bother me, what he says.” read more

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Courage in the Mundane

“Courtney,” I interrupted. “My life is so different from yours right now. Traveling by yourself for five days in Spain? It sounds crazy. I mean wonderful, but like I-can’t-even-wrap-my-head-around-it-crazy. Do you realize that most days I don’t even make it to the bathroom alone? ” read more

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What if Failure Became a Good Thing?

All of my failures have a story, and some even have an excuse, but in the end, they are all failures, just the same. I rarely fail at failing. My fear of failure drove me to a life of relentless perfectionism – a life measured by control, success and accolades. read more