"Courage is not the
absence of fear, but rather the
judgement that something is more important than
fear."
~ Ambrose
Redmoon
It takes a lot of courage to get through life. Nobody goes through life without facing major life-changing events. A loved one dies. You lose your job. Your marriage is dissolving. A pregnancy comes at an inopportune time. You experience violence. You're in a terrible accident and are injured. A fire claims your home and all your belongings.
The creeping cold of fear settles in your chest and you
freeze from the inside out. You're numbed; the question "What the hell do
I do now?" echoes in your skull.
And you don't know what the answer is. You just don't know.
You might pray. You might turn to others for advice, perhaps
you sit and read self-help books and articles—like this one—to try to find a
way to haul your wounded self up and keep going.
That takes courage.
Most people envision courage as exemplified by a hero in a
movie getting up at the last second—when it looks like his end is imminent—and
finding a huge surge of energy to complete his task with an awe-inspiring calm
and clearheadedness. On top of that, the
hero comes up with a fantastically clever way of escaping unscathed and saving
everyone with panache.
That's spectacular movie fodder, but it has no
application to real life. In real life, we often get beaten. We don't save the
day. We don't win.
When my mother died, it was up to my brother and I to clean
out our beautiful family home of 30 years and get it ready to sell. I had hoped
to inherit it—my mom had always told me that it'd be mine. It was a peaceful
home with a little creek out back and a garden full of rhododendrons that would bloom so
beautifully in the spring along with the cherry trees. I loved that home intensely.
But my mother had left us with 15 judgements against her
estate that had to be paid off. If we didn't sell the home, the creditors would
descend like vultures and tear it apart, leaving us with nothing from the sale. There was no
escape.
Ultimately, I had not only lost my mom, but my home as well.
I felt like Freddy Krueger had come with his horrible claw and taken me to his
nightmare.
I still had to get myself
back up, go to work every day and pay my bills while I was losing everything
dear to me. I felt crippled by fear.
But that's where Redmoon’s "judgement that something is more
important than fear" comes in. In that heavy defeat, I had to deem
something was more important than the fear, the despair, and the sadness in order to find the courage to keep going.
For me, that was deciding that I would have a home of my own. I couldn't have my beloved family
home, but I could make a beloved family
home. I could rebuild family back in the face of
loss.
We sold the home, paid off the debts, and processed the
grief. The situation wasn't easy or graceful. It was like being walking wounded for
a long time. It went really slowly. What kept me going was my dreams and working
on them. Doing that brought me light in the darkness—and hope out of the
sorrow.
I met my husband around that time. He helped me through a
lot, and I am happy to report that we'll be buying our home this summer.
So that's the key to courage. When you're afraid and
feel like you can't do what you need to, start thinking about things you really want to do in your life. That's what is more important than fear and where you will find your courage.
Photography by BJWOK
Photography by BJWOK