Daring is a word that has meant a lot to me for years. Suddenly everyone’s talking about it!
A mentor put me onto the book “Do The Work” by Steven Pressfield last week. This word keeps appearing there too!
Again and again this year I have cherished daring to be a vital commodity. Now if I was a piece of rock and you cut me through I know you would find the words Hope and Dare running right through me!
It’s one of the attributes Brene Brown is famous for celebrating in “Daring Greatly”. It also gobbled about a third of the wordage of my new book Disentangling Genius. I talk about the fact that daring is like a bright red bold thread in the weave of our lives. Often, sadly that red becomes the red of shame, embarrassment and retreat.
dare2live was the radical name for a church I once pastored. You can imagine the fun this wordsmith had with all the variations of that theme for various expressions of ministry, from dare2care to dare2look! (When I saw that the British drugstore Superdrug was using the branding “Dare2bare” I was a little bit miffed to say the least!).
One day my friend Jonathan awkwardly asked “Hadn’t we done that idea to death?” I finally admitted I was probably just a little bit too much in love with my own infinitely applicable idea.
Whether expressed in the “textspeak” of the late 1990’s or today’s sophisticated and popular vintage style noticeboard wall art, everyone seems to be arriving at this point. Courage should be celebrated!
Courage is for life, not just for
(Excuse me that was probably a Freudian slip as I have not yet even started Christmas shopping, cards or decorations)
We admire this commodity called courage but its just that bit more edgy to say DARING! In fact daring isn’t fearlessness at all! It’s momentum in the face of fear. Often painful millimetre by millimetre!
Though once upon a time, to “dare” was tinged with the prospect of disdain wafting from the responsible adults in my childhood world. We played the game of Dare -DoubleDares at primary school. Playing out a dare meant being in some way unruly, reckless or deceptive! Fellow pupils would dare me to go up to the school staff room window at “playtime”. (I was especially gullible).
I would reach up on tip toes or even jump a little higher. At an exact moment I would stick out my tongue until gravity mercifully pulled me out of sight and recognition. Then, creeping around the corner of the red brick wall, I would dash out of any danger of being identified.
As well as being exciting, every dare had one of two prospects. Either the prospect of disapproval and punishment from the unwitting target or that of being found wanting or inadequate to the task. This short-falling is the spectre we all face when we weigh up whether we really want to risk connecting with others in a truly significant way.
Authenticity is a corner in the marketplace where there is still rather a lot of room to stand. How about we take it?
Being authentic, sharing one’s humanity and resistance, daring to disclose and resonate with those who would like to is a very visible place! I’d like to aspire to this, invite you up, to share a platform, together reduce any sense of exposure and start to realise how our powerful stories are mutually liberating and affirming.