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This is where a brave and beautiful bunch gather every week to find out what comes out when we all spend five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing ’em over here.
And I can’t stop watching this video. This new one from Sara Bareilles – an anthem to the brave girls, the beloved daughters, the minivan driving moms that they will grow up to be. Have you seen it yet? It’s in my head on repeat along with my own anthem to the brave mothers that I shared yesterday.
How to Join:
Want to know how Five Minute Friday got started and how to participate? All the details are here.
Featured Five Minute Friday:
And every week I’ll pick a post that caught my eye and share it down there in my side bar – see where it says “Featured #FiveMinuteFriday”? Yea -that could be you! Hop on over and visit some folk who make fireworks in just five minutes. They inspire me.
Meet the #FMFParty Writers:
And did you know there’s a whole community of writers that connect online before the prompt goes live on Friday nights? They use the Twitter hashtag #FMFParty and are about the most encouraging group around.
Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:::
I roll the word around with my tongue. Such a short word. A challenge. An anthem. Sometimes it looks like elementary school girls stepping across the email lines of whose BFF is whose and simply offering a hand and maybe a bottle of bright blue nail polish. Sometimes it’s a mom making plans to meet up with women she doesn’t know because what she does know is that she needs friends. And friends are more likely to materialize when we walk over to their table and introduce ourselves than when we worry at home.
Sometimes brave is the five-year-old standing up to his big brother’s friends on behalf of someone else. Sometimes it’s a baby girl going downstairs without holding your hand. Some days brave is the mom with the tired eyes getting back up again, making another snack, comforting another fear, going to the parent-teacher conference she dreads.
Brave can be bungee jumping in South Africa, hitting publish on a blog post or simply showing up. Stepping out from the shadows, and saying hello. Brave can be young or old, married or single, lost or found. Brave exists in the midnight hour and at bright noon sunshine o’clock when the world spins so fast and old demons rage and you keep walking forward anyway.
Brave is a whisper some days and others its a battle cry.
Sometimes the bravest of us still need our dad to run alongside. Sometimes admitting that is the bravest kind of brave.