I've been more courageous than I thought I was. I was courageous enough to divorce my first husband and raise my two kids on my own, with little help from him. I was courageous enough to handle a full-time job plus being a mother of my two girls for about 10 years (until I met my current husband). I was courageous enough to handle my bills by myself, and yet have money to help my parents here and there. I was courageous enough to marry for the second time a man who took me from Brazil and brought me to America. I was courageous enough to start over several times in my life, sometimes with tears in my eyes, other times with a smile on my face, and I am always ready for a new beginning, because I see life as an adventure.
I was courageous enough to walk at night from my mother's house to my house because she was sick and needing my assistance, and I didn't have money for the bus. I was courageous enough to foresee the danger and escape from it in a violent city like Sao Paulo, Brazil. I've been courageous enough to step up for my rights, for my needs and for my wants. I've been courageous enough to set my boundaries and my limits, and keep up with them. I've been courageous enough not to accept disrespect coming from anyone (bosses or husband or friends). I've been courageous enough to cry, to recognize my mistakes and to apologize. I've been courageous enough to be me, loving and accepting myself the way I am.
I think I am courageous!
Peace!