Over the years, I’ve gotten better. I used to just scream and run out of the room…
Now, I get quiet and wait for an opportunity.
I used to just kill every one of them… (the only good spider is a dead one), but now I consider letting it outside (though that happens far more rarely for me).
But here’s a story that I find really interesting, and I started to get curious about it…
You see, my whole life, regardless of the size of spider, I tend to try and get as far away from the spider as possible. Across the room, out the door, on top of anything so my feet aren’t near it… etc, etc… and then call for help. Someone come save me from this terrible beast!
I’m so afraid of spiders, I used to cry. (#embarassingtruths)
But one day, several years ago, there was a HUGE spider and I mean HUGE. The thing was a beefy mass of eight chunky legs and a bulbous hard-shelled body, the likes of which I had never seen inside a home before. It was monstrous. Venomous looking. I could see it’s pinchers from ten feet away! And it’s dark eyes like something out of your darkest nightmares (okay, maybe it’s just my darkest nightmares). This gargantuan was smaller than a tarantula, but at least 8 times the size of your typical black or brown house spider.
I was horrified to see this creature, which had come from the depths of the earth, on my hardwood apartment floors. The shock of seeing it could’ve stopped my heart alone, but then a very clear and present danger presented itself. . .
My sweet, precious, little, naive and playful kitty, only 4 years old at the time, had found it from whatever corner of hell it had been lying in wait and brought it out to PLAY with!
She was batting it around from side to side because it was so large it looked like the size of one of her toys.
Much to my horror, she LOVED it when it would move, launch itself at her or try to get away.
I’m fairly certain that in this moment I went from 0-60. I grabbed my kitty Lovey with one hand and held her to my side and with the other hand, I grabbed whatever was nearest to me and ended that creature from the deep.
There was no hesitation, running, screaming or crying… I took freakin’ BRAVE action and I saved my precious baby from that monster.
Now, I realize in hindsight, it was far more likely that my precious baby was the monster to that cowering spider in that particular scenario, but I also knew that by the size of that monstrosity, if the spider had bitten her, she might not be here today.
Even though I never felt brave with spiders, that day I was Brave without hesitation. In fact, it was my first instinctual reaction. Which means, that at my very core, I am brave.
Yes, this story is about my fear of spiders, yes it seems silly that I should be using this story to illustrate bravery, but it doesn’t matter how silly the story is. If you have proof of your bravery...bring that story to your mind right now. Write it down somewhere or tell someone about it so it’s forefront on your mind.
You are brave.
This is your proof.
So, remember all of those fears I listed earlier? Use your own Brave Fear story to provide you the proof you need to combat that fear and take brave action anyway.
You: “BUT - how do you create the habit of courage to be brave on a daily basis?”
Well, I’m so glad you asked!
Next week I’m hosting a 5-Day Brave Fear challenge, July 29-Aug 2 and I want you to join me. Each day you will be given a new challenge to complete before the end of that day. By doing this, you will be building up a Brave Fear habit - to be brave every day!
Even after a quick 5 days, you will have even more PROOF to throw into your arsenal and combat those fearful lies that try and bring you down.
This is how to be brave.
By building up the habit to be brave and embracing your Brave Fear. <wink>