One of my favorite words for this past year is truly understanding what “courage” means: the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear; bravery. I never thought of myself as a courageous person, more so a risk taker. I love extreme sports and picking up and moving to new places. What I realized though is that having courage in life brings in an element of heart and vulnerability that risk taking doesn’t necessarily need. When I was reflecting on my birthday, I discovered that courage was a significant theme in my life in the past year. In two instances, sharing my testimony at church in front of 50+ women and sharing my early childhood experience of racism on a video (that many people in San Diego would be watching) took courage. Both experiences were emotional to share, and the reason I did was because I knew that it wasn’t about me. That someone needed to hear my pain and experiences to encourage them in their situation. My latest courageous act is putting my thoughts out there on this blog Monday through Friday. I went back and forth for at least 6 months wondering if I had the courage to share with others my deep thoughts and life experiences. I am proud to share that Monday marks this blog’s one month anniversary! Thank you for visiting, commenting, and especially your encouragement. In light of this occasion, I’d like to ask for your help with sharing with me topics you’d like me to write about or reflections of your own that I can further develop. Remember, this blog is for you and the larger community of people that visit daily.