Little Acts of Bravery

Every day we get up and start making choices... for good or bad, it is the entire course of the day--one choice after another. I got to thinking about that this morning as the little black spider that has been haunting my bathroom stood between me and my sink.

A little detour, if I may (and I may, as it is my blog): I am, first and foremost, a bathroom whore--it is by far the most complete room in my home. I have my drawers and countertop to a science, refined by years of experimentation and product knowledge. I spend more time in the bathroom most mornings than any other room in my home. Secondly, I am TERRIFIED of spiders. I once did not shower for 3 days in college because my roommates were gone and the large spider in the shower was too much for me to handle. I ended up waiting for my boyfriend at the time to get back into town--he was not happy about having to come over to kill a spider.

Ok, back to the choices. This morning, I made the decision to take control of the situation and not let the spider win. Now, it took nearly a quarter of a roll of toliet paper and a little squeamishness on my part, but I prevailed. Perhaps it was that little act of bravery that inspired a few others during the day--mailing off a letter I'd been contemplating for weeks; telling the woman at the dress shop I didn't care what she thought, I was ordering the smaller size.

It's amazing, though, that even though the choices are ours to make--we own them--we just can't do them without the strength of our friends. I think it is that strength that, in the end, really, is how we are finally able to manage and muster strength of our own.

So... to a few of my strengths, who in part, inspired my little acts of bravery today...

...thank you Leah, if you hadn't taken my drunk ass to WalMart over the weekend and I hadn't bought toliet paper, I would not have properly equipped to take out a spider.

...thank you SK for the stamp, listening, and offering to mail the package yourself--and understanding that I needed to do it myself.

...thank you Mal for the IMs all day just to occassionally remind me I could do it.

...thank you Mary for the email offering to kick anyone's ass you could.

...thank you Jumana for the emails and phone calls and being a constant reminder that I do know how to be a strong person.

Sometimes, Wonder Woman's best super power accessories are her friends.

Mahalo.