Manifesto of the Brave and Brokenhearted
There is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fearmongers
Than those of us who are willing to fall
Because we have learned how to rise
With skinned knees and bruised hearts;
We choose owning our stories of struggle,
Over hiding, over hustling, over pretending.
When we deny our stories, they define us.
When we run from struggle, we are never free.
So we turn toward truth and look it in the eye.
We will not be characters in our stories.
Not villains, not victims, not even heroes.
We are the authors of our lives.
We write our own daring ending.
We craft love from heartbreak,
Compassion from shame,
Grace from disappointment,
Courage from failure.
Showing up is our power.
Story is our way home.
Truth is our song.
We are the brave and brokenhearted.
We are rising strong.
– Brené Browne, Rising Strong
As a writer I’m constantly faced with being willing to expose the vulnerable side of me – and of life. And then have the confidence to hear what others say about what I wrote. Anyone pursuing a creative life needs to be strong hearted.
Still story is indeed our way home. Whether we use words, music, dance, paint, clay, video, teaching, or photos to express ourselves, our stories need to be told. And if we fall in the telling, then we need to rise up again.
Because allowing ourselves to be seen and be vulnerable isn’t weakness, they’re the greatest gifts we have to share with others.
Brené’s manifesto reminds me of the song, Pick Yourself Up, sung by Frank Sinatra, a song I sang to myself as kid over and over again:
Now nothing’s impossible, I’ve found for when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.
Don’t lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick yourself up, dust off, start over again.