When bravery looks a lot like foolishness, and how to tell the difference
“BRAVERY”. The word came floating out of the computer screen like I was on some trippy hit of who knows what kind of melt-your-mind drug. I stared at the word for what felt like an hour, contemplating its meaning within the referenced context.
“I admire your bravery”.
Well, I thought, I’m either brave or an idiot. I guess only time will tell.
You see, this was the response that I received as I sent out the official announcement of my departure from the “safe and secure” nine to fiver career I spent the past thirteen years building. The Moxie Project has been my dream for so long that I knew the time had come to take the next step (there were soooo many signs pointing me in this direction, so I had to see where this would lead). I had prepared the best I could, saved a little money, planned out a budget, talked through many scenarios with my friends and sought out the help from three different business coaches.
To some, my decision was admirable (and, according to the response above, brave). To others, I was being foolish - leaving a good job, with good pay and benefits, a flexible work schedule and good people. In their mind, it was a dumb move.
So, was I really brave? Or am I just one step away from a staycation at the loony bin?
Perception is a tricky bastard.
While I don’t necessarily see it as bravery, I do see it as something that has to happen. Because if in ten years, hell...if in two years, I haven’t taken a single action step towards turning my vision into something more than just an idea that’s been rattling around in my head, THAT would be foolish.
Yes, it has to be bravery; it can’t be anything but.
No good can come from believing the decision to be foolish. Doing so will only focus actions and efforts to that result. It’s like when you’re driving down the highway and something catches your eye to the right; all of the sudden you’re having to jerk the wheel back to the left because you’re now sharing a dotted white line with your neighbor in the right-hand lane.
When’s the last time anyone ever said “I’m so super stoked about my okay life?”
What’s foolish to one person is the most sane and logical conclusion to another. There’s no “one size fits all” to life. To me, I had a choice to make. I can continue on the path of status quo, don’t rock any boats and be okay. Or, I can shake things up, scare the shit out of my husband, put my ass on the line and make it happen. Because I’m just not up for okay. I want extraordinary!