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Welcome to Day 11. Today’s subject is:

What does it mean to live boldly?

I have spent most of my adult life not living boldly. I was a timid ‘only’ child dominated by a heavy-handed father. I never spoke up at school, answered the teachers back or rebelled (although my poor mother might have thought differently after Dad died when I was 19 and the two of us were left to rub along in disharmony). Some of my peers at my girls’ school were go-go dancers in pubs in the evenings and wore skimpy clothes that my parents would never have approved of. When one of the girls got pregnant at 15 I was horrified and chose not to tell Mum and Dad.

I’ve been sensible all my adult life, avoided confrontations, done my duty at all times, and have always thought of the consequences of my actions. Perhaps when I’ve eventually plucked up enough courage I could register as a ‘mature’ student at University and study English, or dance on the tables at my cousin’s forthcoming wedding, or even jump out of a plane. Living boldly means having the courage to live true to yourself and do all those things that you’ve always dreamed of.

However, the personality that I inherited has made me not want to dance on tables or jump out of planes. I’m happy just living a quiet life, writing books, typing NHS clinic letters, and enjoying days with the family. Everyone must live as boldly as they dare, and what is bold for one might be anathema to another. As far as I’m concerned, I’m being bold if I drive 200 miles to our caravan on my own, which I have done several times. I guess I’m the total opposite of what it’s like to live boldly, lol.