It is time to Dare Greatly
Brené Brown wrote the book “Daring Greatly;” my senior staff member and I are reading the book right now. I like it when she reads out loud to me. That is what I hired her for. She is a good typist, and she has a nice voice when she reads.
I can read. But, I like to be read to. It reminds me of when I was a kitten and Mrs. Hodges taught me to read. She didn’t know she was teaching me. I sat in on the phonics lessons when she taught her oldest child to read.
One of the first words children learn to read is the word “cat.” c – a – t
A good choice for a first word. Much better than the word “dog.” d – o – g
After all, cats are better than dogs. I wrote a post before. Did you read it? Eight reasons why cats are better than dogs.
My typist hasn’t been available to type for me. She wastes her time checking status updates on facebook and reading odd news stories late at night. She could use her time better.
Well, I guess I could use my time better too. I take too many naps. Perhaps I just need to be more vulnerable.
I am blaming my typist for my lack of writing, but the real reason I have not written, is I have been feeling vulnerable. It is hard at times to write deep feelings. What if someone doesn’t like what I write? What is someone laughs at me? I fear criticism, so I haven’t asked Mrs. Hodges to type for me.
It is easier to take a nap, or go outside and eat grass, than it is to write. I want to be creative. I want to be innovation and start a new business with my writing.
We have only read up page 51 in the book, and already I know the only way to be creative is to be vulnerable.
Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.
― Brené Brown
Will you dare greatly with me? Will you be vulnerable and create?
All the best,
If you would like to read Brene Brown’s book “Daring Greatly” you can buy it here on Amazon. It is an affiliate link. The pennies Amazon pays me helps to pay for kitty litter. We have four cats and seven litter boxes.
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About Pooh Hodges
I have had a hard life. Born to a single mother in a back alley in Wisconsin. I never knew my father. My sister died young. I am writing my story. Look for it.