Walking past the gates of a primary school, a mother bends down to her child and in an almost inaudible voice says, “Its ok, be brave”.
Be brave. Brave. How often am I brave?
How often are words left unsaid, hanging silently because we fear them? Be brave.
How often do we turn away or shield our eyes because it’s too hard to look at the truth?
Today. Today I will do and say and look and see. Regret leaves a bitter taste. So today I am Brave.
Love J x