I have a dog that weighs less than fifteen pounds. She has a tough bark for a little dog. Right at this moment she's looking out the window growling at the neighbors. Of course she really couldn't defend me if a burglar decided to come in, but she's a brave little thing and I can learn a lesson on being brave from her.
I am a grown women. Actually I'll be thirty-two on Wednesday. I have a decent job and I own a home. I have been living alone for quite some time. I am independent but unfortunately I am continuing to let others run my life. I generally have good judgement and I know what's healthy for me and what's not. But I'm afraid to stand up and speak for myself to rid my life of what's toxic all because I'm not brave enough to do it. Maybe I'll find that bravery one day. But for now, I'll admire my skinny little dog.
