My friend Amy.
I made it home. Be honest, you were worried about me after I wrote this yesterday.
I promise, I'm okay. I get nervous sometimes to say that I get nervous or shy because it somehow wigs people out a little bit. I don't say those things very often. So then when I do say them? Wiggy.
This is what we call a vicious cycle. Or maybe a Catch-22. Whatev.
Now you know, I get nervous and shy sometimes. I'm a regular girl. That's all. A very sketchy part of me likes feeling all out of sorts. It brings different junk up to my surface, junk that probably needs a little attention.
But here's the other part of my time away: I got to hang out with some really rad people.
I also slept stretched out on a King size bed. And who was upgraded to the 11th floor suite? This girl. (Not only that, it was the handicap-accessible suite. The bathroom vanity hit me right at mid-thigh and that's no joking matter.) I ate many desserts. I wore actual outfits.
I learned a lot about bloggy things, like branding. This incredibly savvy and cool lady made me think long and hard about what I really want my blog to say for me. I thought about it for most of the 5 hour drive home. And I'm not even close to done.
One of the things she said was, "What emotion do you want your readers to feel?" (Loved that Q.)
My answer? Easy.
I want you to feel Brave. Capital B.
Not arrogant or braggy or self-involved. Not "Hear me roar!". Just regular ol' vulnerable, earth-moving, soul-shaking Brave. Brave in Christ. Brave in purpose. Brave like, who the heck cares if no one gets me.
I don't think all of that can be contained in a logo, but maybe I'm wrong. It's too soon to say.
Just know that I love you Brave.
Also, let's pretend this fits somewhere into my 31 Days theme even thought it clearly doesn't.
Oh, wait... Go be Brave!