I am always delighted, and usually surprised, when people tell me that they read my blog. I don’t “expect” anyone to read it; I rarely tell people I write it. So I was surprised when a new colleague stopped me in the hall on Friday to tell me how much she is enjoying my blog. She was going into a meeting and added over her shoulder, “You are courageous.”
Some people have said I am a good writer or that some of the things I say strike a cord with them. But “courageous”?
I had been in a couple of meetings with this woman. Considerably younger than I am (Isn’t everyone?), I remember thinking that it would be nice to get to know her better. She certainly has gotten to “know” me better.
Later that day, I saw her again when I passed by her office on the way to another meeting. She elaborated a bit on her comment. She said she meant that I “put myself out there” with all my vulnerabilities on display. To her that is courageous.
I assured her that all my vulnerabilities are not on display—there are some things I don’t share—at least not yet. I thanked her for reading my blog and went off to my meeting.
Courageous. It has a nice ring to it.