Have I mentioned how originally when deciding that I was going to tat up my wrist, I was going to have the world "fearless" imprinted on my skin? I wanted something that was the opposite of what I am, but exactly what I want to be. For me, the word (and act of being) fearless is that. I love (and hate) the thought of doing something that scares the h-e-double hockey sticks out of me. Acting on the things that you truly have no idea what the outcome will be, but you know will be worth it because you simply did it...that's pretty great stuff right there. There is a lot to be said for people who overcome their fears, it's big deal stuff friends. Sometimes I don't think we acknowledge people enough for staring fear in the face and dominating the crap out of it.
Anyhow, all of these thoughts started swarming around in my head when reading through a new blog adoration of mine, Halfway to Fearless.
Beverly is the brains, heart, and soul behind the words and believe me, she does not disappoint. A mother at the young age of 16, she writes candidly about how having her son at such a young age has turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to her.
A close runner-up however is the 200 bottles of nail polish she has. I admire Beverly for opening up with her readers, not always having a filter, and for admitting to the fact that she won't carry anything but a Coach bag. We all have something to learn from somebody else. I am so thankful that Beverly is teaching me how to get halfway to fearless.
Pay her a visit and then enter yourself to win $25 to Target from this gem of a lady. Two things that never get old: new friends and free money at the greatest store known to mankind.