Why Safe isn't Best

I wore jeans to a soccer game this weekend, because I’m a Floridian who likes a good challenge. While I sat, highly aware of the UVB rays trying to cancer me up, I thought, “I have jeans on, and a hat, and this wicked-cool, purple, team shirt so the sun can’t get me.” I was safely wrapped in my denim and cotton cocoon. I was hot, but I was protected.

Or so I thought. My jeans are old and worn. You know that favorite pair that you’ve had for years that flatters just right? Those. The heat I felt wasn’t just my clothes absorbing the sun, it was my skin burning under the weakened threads and thin fabric of my inadequate covering. I have a hot pink, pattern on my thighs, and I’m not wearing leggings.

I trusted the thing I was most familiar with. If I had looked at my circumstances a little differently I might have spared myself some pain. I might have re-examined the situation and gained perspective.

Sometimes we get so accustomed to our circumstances, we forget that we have choices. Even with bad things, like certain habits, toxic relationships, or unfulfilling work that steals time from loved ones and self care.

Take a minute to look at things a little differently today. Take a minute to breathe and remember what’s most important to you. Safe isn’t always best. Be Brave, and go for the good.