How to Be Brave

The other day, I was thinking about bravery. What is being brave all about? Are we brave when we do something that might make people stare, such as having our hair cut startling short? Or is there more to bravery than that?

After pondering a few thoughts for a while, I headed to my front doorstep with my phone camera and made a vlog on this topic. Along the way, I told some stories about open casket funerals, disastrous haircuts, and lice.

Something Extra

In my vlog, I mentioned a blog post called Unschooling: Haircut Courage. It begins with these words:

When I asked the hairdresser to cut my hair short, I had a definite idea of what I wanted.

”I like Andrea’s hairstyle,” I said, mentioning the name of a well-known TV presenter. “Could you cut my hair like hers?” Andrea’s hair was short and bouncy. It brushed the tops of her ears. It was feminine. It also looked very easy to look after. That’s the sort of hairstyle I needed. With three young children, I wanted something that I could wash, air-dry, and then shake into position.

Natasha, my hairdresser, listened, and then she selected her scissors before launching them towards my head. The blades snipped and snapped, close to my scalp. Hair fell in clumps, covering the floor. Soon, it was all over. I stared into the mirror. Was that me? It certainly wasn’t Andrea…

You’ll find the answers to the bravery questions in my vlog, but you’ll also find them in this blog post!Also, in my vlog, I talked about humour: sometimes making jokes helps us survive very difficult times. In my story, Giggling at Shocking Things, I share how I found some black humour during the dark bushfire days of summer 2019/2020. 

So, I’m wondering if you have a bravery story? Or a haircut or lice one? Please feel welcome to stop by and comment!