What if?

What if we made a choice to be brave? What if we made a choice to tell the true stories? My dear friend Liz posed this question recently as we sat in circle of kindreds at the Oregon coast. I’ve been thinking a lot about this. What if? What would happen if I told my true stories? It’s really brave to look the world in the eye and say “I don’t care what you think, I’m going to tell my truth.” But? What’s the alternative? Constantly living in fear of judgement? Keeping it all in?

In the middle of all this, my friend Mia shared Sara Bareilles newest music video with me. I’ve heard the song before, but hadn’t seen the video. I watched it the first time as I sat alone in the Tucson Airport waiting on my luggage. I laughed. I cried. And I laughed some more. I want to be brave. I want to be a brave friend. I want to be a brave wife. I want to be a brave parent. I want to worry less about the world thinks and more about what my heart tells me.


We choose to quit jobs, get married, adopt an animal, but of course there are many life events we don’t choose—a divorce, an accidental pregnancy, or the death of a loved one. Yet we can still choose how we deal with and react to these occurrences in our lives.

I chose to be happy.
I choose to seek joy.
I choose to laugh.
I choose to be brave.
I chose to tell my true stories. 

What about you? What are you going to choose to be?
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2 Responses to What if?

  1. Janet Carr says:

    KIM!!!!! This post is just one of the MANY reasons I think you are so FANTASTIC!!!!!

  2. Tink says:

    I’m going to be quiet for a while. Telling the truth, telling like it is, making it prettier, not ‘Hollywoodize’ my stories is something that I was raised with. It is the norm in the country I am from. We are known for being direct and I always saw this as a good thing.
    Until I moved to the grand US of A.

    I went about my usual way, the way I am. telling who I am and where I came from and how I came to be who I was. I expected others to do be the same.
    But suddenly this was frowned upon. I received hate mail, I was ignored, postings were deleted, I was bullied in a place where I the least expected it.

    I discovered quickly that telling the truth is okay if it is pretty and happy. I call it Hollywoodize stories. Making them prettier than they are. or just telling the pretty or even mundane stories. Where is the emotion in that? Where is the truth in that? How real is that? What kind of legacy are you leaving behind with only happy stories? Is that how life is suppose to be seen, like Hollywood, superficial? Did we not learn from ancestors who hard their lives were when they arrived here? Where did all this beautifying stemmed from and why did it happen? I was confused.

    As the bullying and ridiculing went on I got tired of it. If I can’t be who I am with you(makes a wide generalized arm sweep) than I don’t want to be part of you.

    And so I have decided to become quiet. For now.

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