Many years ago, courage came to me in a dream. And because dreams can be strange and fantastical, it resembled a soap bubble that floated into my open palms.“Courage,” boomed the bubble, infusing me with strength. Who knew how much I’d need it in the years to come?
In 2016, my mom passed away from metastatic breast cancer. Around the same time, I became a single mom. Those were the biggest whammies. They left me reeling. But there are countless, small everyday trials that also cause discomfort and require daring. Throughout, I’ve remembered this dream.
My understanding of the dream has changed over time. It was never about an ability I lacked. Quite the opposite. An immense, untapped reserve of bravery and personal power existed as part of me all along. Somewhere, I knew that. It is part of you too. The roar of courage cannot awaken in the absence of pain or fear, but in its presence. Recognize it. Draw on it. Courage, my friends.
~Robynne
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Robynne Boyd is the Co-Founder of Goodgrief App, the social network for loss. It is available for less than the cost of a latte in the iOS App Store, Google Play and www.goodgriefapp.com. You can follow Goodgrief App on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.
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