Taking each day at a time …


“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
― E.E. Cummings

I’m late … Sorry … but I had no idea what to write today. Theme is: A time when you acted bravely (even if you were scared inside).

Acted bravely? I can’t think of anything! Does that mean I’m a whimp? I’m selfish by not helping anybody? I’m kinda getting a bit depressed here. Good grief!

Anyway … I googled, ’cause that’s what you do nowadays, right?

“Courage comes in many shapes, sizes and forms. While racing into a burning building to save lives and helping out a person who is being robbed are certainly courageous and admirable acts, even smaller occurrences can count as acts of courage.
For example, confronting a bully or asking out a secret crush out on a date both require certain levels of bravery. Therefore, acts full of courage can happen on the grand scale, but also on the smaller, day to day life level.”

*sighs in relief* … LOL … Yup, I’ve been brave. Years back, I asked this really cute guy, who worked across the road on this building site, whether he’d be interested in going out on night. Brave! I know! I wish I hadn’t done it, because he said no. I mean, hello! Flirting like hell and then saying no? Just mean.

Brave … stepping into an airplane, hoping you arrive in one piece!four foxes

Brave … trying to impress your husband by trying out rockclimbing. Phew, thank goodness he understood it wasn’t really my thing!

Brave … I got bullied and gave them all I had. I won’t go into this story, though. Story’s mine and not really one to be made public. THAT WAS BRAVE, though I paid a heavy price.

Brave … I’ve come across people who’ve said that it was brave to pack up and move to the other end of the world. Not sure. Fifty years ago, it would’ve been indeed. Nowadays, with all the technology it’s just far away, but not necessarily brave.

Brave … to tell a person that she’d lost my respect for cheating on her husband? Naaaa, she kicked me out the next day and I was stuck in London with nowhere to go. I’d say stupid, should’ve shut my mouth 😉

Brave … my grandpa was! But that’s a story I will tell one day with my next book!

So now that you know that brave is not just “being a hero brave”, but in a sense a bit like stepping outside your comfort zone, tell us (honestly!) one of your brave moments!

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About Iris B

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she actually had met her future husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only recently emerged, but now her laptop is a constant companion. Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as her dog.
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15 Responses to Taking each day at a time …

  1. Lily Malone says:

    I had this interesting chat the other day with a lady, both of us now in our 40s, and we were talking about “how brave we used to be…” She loves Clydesdale horses this woman, but says since she became a mum, she doesn’t ride the same way she used to, because it enters her head all the negatives such as: “what would happen to the kids if I fall off and break my neck” etc etc. So I think perhaps ‘brave’ is a concept that changes as you get older, too. The bravest thing I did recently was walk up a Fremantle street in my pirate costume (with my pretty good imitation pistol)… on my way to meet up with friends after the RWA Cocktail Party last Friday. I was a bit worried either the police would arrest me, or someone might give me a hard time for my costume and my gun. Good news was, my friend’s husband reckoned in downtown Freo on a Friday night in a pirate costume, I fit right in!
    Great post, Iris. Thanks! I wish you every success with your new release.
    Lily M.


    • Iris B says:

      I wholeheartedly agree with that lady … My “oh I can quickly sneak into that gap driving manoeuvre” attitude doesn’t exists anymore either since I’ve got my girls. BUT on the other hand, I reckon you do not want to mess with my kids, I have a feeling I’d be brave enough to take on ANYBODY!
      As for your pirate costume – hilarious! YOU DO HAVE TO SHOW FOTOS !!!! 😉
      I make sure I’ll be in Sydney next year.


  2. jeff7salter says:

    I think every one of those situations you listed reflect courage and integrity. And what is bravery if not those times when your courage/integrity overcome your fear or reluctance.
    I want to hear your grandpa’s story.


  3. I second everything Jeff said! You have shown true character and that is not as easy as it should be. And yes,I want to hear about your grandfather.You know, that is a big thing with me that I have meant to bring out more in my other blog: tell your family stories.There are so many stories in families and many that were heroic,or tragic,(or both) and many are being lost with so many broken families, families who are separated by distance and ones that are just plain too busy to consider how important it is to know of their heritage.
    You sound brave to me, Iris.


  4. Bravery is also when you put your heart and soul into telling a story and then putting it out for the world to see. Some people may like it, but a lot of people won’t. And more bravery is needed to repeat the cycle. It took seven years to finish my first novel (Samurai’s Garden), not because I couldn’t find the words, but because I was afraid of what people would think. Weren’t you nervous the first time you submitted your writing somewhere?


    • Iris B says:

      I couldn’t agree more, Patty! Yes, you’re so right.
      As my new story is about to be released (literally any minute) the self doubt is creeping up/in and I’m hoping people will like it!
      Well said. Thanks!


  5. pjharjo says:

    Thanks for clearing up “bravery” to me, Iris. 🙂 Now I know I was brave (though scared) the first time I stepped onto a plane. Now I consider myself a “jet-setter”! LOL! I love to fly and it’s my first choice of ravel. Oh, Man! I can feel your humiliation when the cute guy said, “no.” That’s never happened to me bc I’ve never been brave enough to do what you did! But I can still feel it. That must’ve been a “Nightmare”! My face feels RED just thinking about it!

    Another time I guess I was brave was when I first decided to write. I totally agree with Patricia and am glad to hear someone else say they had my fears! It was scary to tell others I wrote and to let them read my work! Now I’ve got a trilogy coming out, CONNECTIONS in both digital and print from Books To Go Now!

    But I guess I’ve told of 2 “brave” moments, and Iris only asked for one. 🙂 Great Column, Iris! Good Luck with Grandpa’s story!


  6. Micki Gibson says:

    For me, I think “bravery” is more of a level thing and I don’t see myself as brave at all. Confident, maybe. Assertive enough to not be taken advantage of? Sometimes. Acting in a manner that I’m not comfortable with given the alternative that not acting is going to make me feel worse later? I’m definitely that, but I still don’t see those acts as “brave”. Firemen rushing into burning buildings or policemen dealing with a hostage situation and gunfire? Definitely brave, but not me.


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