There are days when I feel courageous and open. There are many days when I don´t. I am reminded of what researcher storyteller Brené Brown talks about chosing courage over comfort. She mentions it is a decision she makes when she wakes up each day. I feel like there are days when I say yes to courage. Often, in fact. Then there are days, when I need to be gentle. I need to be comforted. Perhaps being gentle is its own kind of courage, but I really am not sure.

Being sick, requires its own kind of self generousity….One I have often struggled to muster as I often feel more vulnerable when sick with a plate already very full that needs to be managed all the time. What can anyone do, really? Be angry? Fight? Ignore it? No, those don´t make sense. I suppose you can just deal. Manage it however it needs to be managed. Be honest despite not liking it?