Be Bold

Be Bold

I wrote a brilliant post about how this world needs more strong, bold women. About how we need to teach women to resist cultural norms, demand equality and stand up for themselves. Trouble is, once I wrote it, I remembered that I’m a life coach. And a life coach knows that anytime a client announces what others should do, need to do, MUST do, they’re really talking about what they need to do.

 

So- the gig is up.

 

I’m astonished at my own ability to be mild, accommodating. I need to be bolder. And, not bold in the lead-an-invading-army-type way. Not in the way of shouting and screaming. Not in the way that would elicit swelling background music. I’m talking in subtle, every day ways. I’m talking about being straightforward. I’m talking about showing up. I’m talking about kindly addressing injustice, inconsistencies, my own faults. I’m talking about bringing up uncomfortable topics for conversation.

 

BOLD. Showing an ability to take risks; confident and courageous; having a strong or vivid appearance.

 

Note to self:

 

Ask for what you want. When someone hints that in order to get a job, you’ll need to work 50 hours each week, be bold. If you are interested in fewer hours, say so.

 

Be unapologetically yourself. Wear the damn plaid shorts if you love them. Mix polka dots and stripes. Go grey. Be a trendsetter. Know that other’s reactions say more about themselves than you.

 

Be bold with people you don’t know well. What’s to lose? When an acquaintence makes a comment with racist undertones, don’t stand there quietly wishing she hadn’t said it. You can kindly point out that neighborhoods don’t decline because of a change in people’s skin color.

 

How about fiercely appreciating the beauty you have?

 

Don’t waste your time fictionalizing futures or replaying the past. See the beauty of the world you are in. Confidently know that what happened, happened for your benefit.

 

Stop playing by a fictionalized rulebook.

 

See if you can be boldly kind. Wouldn’t that make for an amazing world?

 

Or do what my friend Stasia suggests: shit a pickle every day. Do something bold enough to make you feel like that way. Every day.

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