Find Your Brave

By Brynne Betz

He looked sad. But I didn’t focus on that, I looked past that, to a place he thought he hid, didn’t know he wore. And there, I saw his dream. His oldest dream, the one that kept him up at night, that kept him feeling guilty because he held it like a secret, even from his wife. I wondered if it would help to say anything, then made sure I would only speak if it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with him. And when it felt right, not when I was sure, but when the feelings told me it was time, I spoke–in passing so as not give him more reason to fear.
“You’re supposed to write. The world needs you to write.” I paused as he stared at me in disbelief. Our smiles met, softening me even more. “I felt it, strongly, as soon as I saw you.” And that was when both of our smiles reached the edges of our cheeks.

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There was something about her. Maybe the way she walked, maybe the way she held her arms or the slight stiffness in her neck. Or maybe it was something else entirely, something I might never fully understand. But still, it’s true, some part of her that wasn’t her voice, spoke. She wanted to take the proverbial leap but she just couldn’t wrap her head around that darn net that was supposed to appear. “Where is it? Why can’t I see it yet? Is it this hard for everyone else to follow their dreams? Why does it have to be so hard for me?” I saw her internal struggle as if it were an aura, like the cloud around Charlie Brown’s friend Pig Pen. And because I was jogging past her and had to act fast, I decided to trust what I felt. I let Brave guide me, blurting out at the last second, “Do it. Live your dream, start the business. Let me be the messenger you were waiting for … !” And her hand went up to cover her mouth in shock.

be brave

Sometimes each of us feels things that our minds cannot understand. You might call it déjà vu, she might call it intuition, he might call it a sixth sense. But maybe it’s who we all are when we slow down enough, tune in enough, to listen, really listen to what’s going on in the lives of those around us. Maybe we aren’t just here to ride the wave, to find our happy, to grow peonies and lupines and color the world with our own unique brush. Maybe … we’re also here for each other.

Find your Brave. Be brave enough to tune in. Be brave enough to honor what you sense. Be brave enough to honor who you are, in fact, who we all are. Take the chance to affect someone else’s life for the better. Maybe he will never share his story if you don’t tell him he already has a fan. Maybe she won’t open that business, the one that would surely bring squeals of joy to so many children, if you don’t remind her that the universe is on her side. And you? Yes, even you. Maybe you won’t realize the full potential of your one wild soul until you find your Brave and start walking strangers home.

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Brynne Betz

Brynne Betz

Brynne Betz is a lover of the sea, of soft eyes, gentle hearts and the wonder in life that escapes even the best of us. She is trained as a transpersonal psychologist and would love to hear from you. Please visit her website at www.brynnebetz.com or send her an email at [email protected]

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