Transformation is Messy
I was talking to a student after class one day and she said, "You're so brave."
I almost looked behind me to see who she was talking to.
"Me? Brave?" I asked.
As she walked off, I let that marinate a bit. Honestly, I have made a lot of brave choices. I've been through many iterations of myself. Perhaps this is Version MB 142.0? And one thing I've learned along the way is that I often don't want to make the brave choice or the big choice. I often wanted to pass on the big speaking engagement, staying home in my pajamas and staying "safe" but I knew I couldn't. A big life wasn't going to be a comfortable life. It would be absolutely necessary to get acquainted with discomfort.
After each big speaking event or new project or scary life change, I'd think, "Okay, I did it. I'm done with discomfort." That's definitely not the case. There's old habits to break, there's hard conversations to be had, there's more risks and challenges to be taken on. And along the way I've embraced discomfort and messy transformation like a good friend. Not the friend I wanna curl up with and watch Netflix with every night but the friend I must have in my life because they make me better.
This is living.
A brave life is a beautiful one. It's also transformational and messy and challenging. And I wouldn't have it any other way.