I suppose the point of a brave face is to make everyone else feel like I have everything under control. People like that, right?
So how does it work? I know I’m scared. I feel small and put of place but I refuse to give up just because I’m uncomfortable.
I suppose I’ll adapt and grow used to the idea. Life goes in phases I’m told. This one will be over before I know it and I refuse to regret or dread any second of it.
Yes, I’m scared.
Yes, I feel alone.
But I will evolve and I will survive.
I can do it.
This is my brave face.
Loads of Love,