Born to Be Brave: A Full-Circle Moment I’ll Never Forget

This weekend didn’t just challenge me.
It confirmed who I am becoming.

But the truth is… this moment started years ago.

Before the stage.
Before the arrow.
Before the broken glass.

It started with a quiet, aching desire inside me that whispered, I just want to be brave.

The Brave Train 🚂

When I was in Soul Awakening, and later inside Ignite Your Brand, something became a theme in my life: bravery.

We joked about being on the “brave train,” but for me it wasn’t a joke — it was a lifeline. Around that same time, the song “Brave” became my anthem. I played it on repeat during seasons when I was questioning everything… when I knew I was outgrowing old versions of myself but hadn’t fully stepped into the new one yet.

I remember one moment so clearly.

I was at a rooftop yoga space overlooking the ocean. The wind in my hair. The sky wide open. That song playing. And tears just streaming down my face — not because I was sad, but because I wanted so badly to be brave enough to be myself.

Not who I thought I should be.
Not who I had learned to be.
But who I actually am.

At the time, I didn’t fully understand what that meant. I just knew bravery was the bridge between the life I was living and the life calling me forward.

Then Human Design Entered the Picture

As I went deeper into my own healing and self-discovery, I found Human Design — and suddenly so much made sense.

My voice.
My leadership.
My intensity.
My need to move when something feels aligned.

Bravery wasn’t just a personality trait I wished I had.

It was part of my design.

I wasn’t trying to force myself to be someone I wasn’t…
I was trying to return to who I already was.

The Arrow Moment

Fast forward to this weekend.

Standing in a room full of powerful women. Heart pounding. Body buzzing.

Before I stepped up to break an arrow with my throat, we were invited to write a word on it.

I wrote: BRAVE

Not as a wish.
Not as a hope.
But as a decision.

A promise to myself that I will keep choosing courage. That I will keep showing up. That I will not let fear make my life smaller than it’s meant to be.

And as if the universe wanted to make the moment unmistakably clear…

That song — “Brave” — started playing.

The same song I cried to on that rooftop years ago. The same song that carried me through seasons of doubt. The same song that reminded me who I wanted to become.

Only this time, I wasn’t wishing to be brave.

I was being brave.

That moment felt like every tear I’ve cried, every fear I’ve faced, every identity I’ve shed… coming full circle.

From the Arrow to the Glass

Later, I walked across broken glass.

And the affirmation running through my body was:
I was born to be brave.

Because I believe that now. Deep in my bones.

Not just for big, dramatic moments like arrows and fire walks — but for the everyday bravery of being visible… of speaking truth… of choosing alignment… of outgrowing old lives and allowing new ones to emerge.

This Next Chapter

Stepping into this next version of myself is absolutely terrifying.

Because this embodied version of me is different.

She speaks up.
She takes up space.
She trusts herself.
She leads.

And I know stepping into her fully may mean leaving certain things — and maybe even certain people — behind. Growth asks that of us sometimes.

But I also know this:

I will not let anything hold me back from what’s next.

Not fear.
Not doubt.
Not old stories about who I’m supposed to be.

It’s time.

Time to live as the woman I was born to be.
Time to lead from truth.
Time to be brave — not someday, but now.

And if you’re standing at the edge of your own next chapter, feeling the fear and the pull at the same time…

Maybe bravery isn’t something you have to become either.

Maybe it’s something you already are — just waiting for permission to live like it.