Bravery Reborn

So, I decided over the weekend that the reason I'm so proud of my wounds is that it means I DID something! When I was little I was afraid of getting hurt (and having to see blood) or of getting into trouble. I started out brave but after getting hurt and into trouble, I became very cautious and lost my bravery. As I've gotten older, especially since graduating from college, I've become more adventurous and and more willing to try new things; hence, camping in W. Virginia with 5 guys for a week where I crashed a mountain bike, fell out of a white water rapid raft, jumped off a rock 30 feet above water, crashed the raft into a rock on purpose so you can fall out, went horse back riding, went paint balling and had a fabulous time! I have also now gone rock climbing, repelling, shot guns, hiked to the top of some of SLC's tallest mountains (alone), spontaneously decided to go on long road trips (like to San Francisco for the weekend) among other things. Because of this "new found" bravery I have also bought a condo, started working on my Master's Degree and am willing to go to England and Europe, where I've never been before, with just one other friend. I have more courage when it comes to asking for what I want out of life and being ok if the answer is "no." I guess I've realized that I 1- probably won't die, 2- falling and failing don't hurt for very long and 3- you just might find something new and fun that you'll love!