The other night my husband and I were having a deep conversation about life, our relationship, this blog-and he told me I am brave.
I’m not sure how many people know this about me but I am afraid of everything. Bugs, sharks, heights, failure, death, cancer, spiders, going blind-just to name a few. How can he think I am brave?
He said that I am brave for writing this. For starting this blog. I never thought about it that way. My whole goal in this was to start a conversation, help people, create a safe environment for people to say I struggle too, and for you all to know that you are not alone. But bravery? That was never on the agenda. Am I brave? I have considered myself a lot of things throughout the years but brave is not one of them.
When I am passionate about something I open up like a flower in the sunlight (I guess I was aptly named Jasmine; thanks mom!)
I love to hear people’s stories. I want to know what keeps you up at night. What are your dreams? If you could choose to know when you were supposed to die, would you want to know? What smell triggers memories of your mother? Where do you most want to travel? Human interaction has changed so much with technology and it has made us stop talking to each other. I miss that. Let’s open up a conversation about life. Comment below and tell me these things. Let’s get back to basics. Back to remembering what makes us human and brave.