Brave Humans

Be brave. Be human. Hmmmm.

Okay, so I’m honestly going to say that I can’t speak about being “brave,” but I do know how hard it can be sometimes simply to be “human.”

I’ve caught myself, driving home - son in the back seat and an audiobook playing - mentally going over the things I need to do once we’re home. Bring the groceries in from the trunk, put them away in pantry, fridge and freezer, take the dishes out of the dishwasher, turn on the dryer to whirl the clothes a bit to get out wrinkles from sitting there overnight, feed the cats, clean off the dining room table, put away the paints we used in the morning…you get the idea.

And then I think, I need to write in my blog. My blog as part of BraveHumans. So what do I have to say about any of that? Am I even feeling human? And just when I thought that, I knew the answer was YES. Before I asked the question, honestly, I’m not so sure.

Since you’ve read this far, let me introduce myself. I’m Julia, the least controversial of all the writers at BraveHumans. I’m a stay-at-home, homeschooling, codependent, teacher mom. At the end of the day, I don’t find extra time to peruse the newspaper, or the internet, to find topics of interesting discussion. Heck, I don’t even find time to read for pleasure anymore. My brain cells are spent in planning our son’s education, my class’ next main lesson, and our meals for the next couple of days. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about my local community, my county, my state, my country, and our world. If what I’m doing as “helper” to the next generation counts for anything, it is that I encourage questions, seek out truth and understanding, and teach understanding for those both different and alike.

My posts will no doubt have a decidedly different flavor, more relaxed, less filled with quotations and links. I’ll be writing about what I know, or what I think, or what I question. I hope I’ll have something to offer to you, even if it’s just a knowing nod to others who chose to live the insanity of my current incarnation.

It’s Saturday morning. 8-year-old is downstairs being entirely too quiet. Must dash. Feeling creative thoughts ebb. Entering automatic pilot….

Be human.
Julia