A little more bold.
I love coffee. I'm drinking some right now.
I especially like it when the bitter nutty flavor is rounded out with a dash of swirling cream, preferably the hazelnut variety.
How do you like your coffee?
The worst is when it's too watered down. When the magic golden ratio of grounds-to-water got all jacked up, and all of the sudden I feel like I'm just drinking brown water. The. worst.
But I'm not unlike that brown non-delicious coffee. I don't like to be bold all that often... because a lot of times I'm afraid of leaving a bad taste in someone else's mouth. I don't want to offend anyone. I want to be liked.
But I want to be a little more bold. With what I do, with what I say, and definitely with what I write. After all, how many blogs about hair tutorials do we really need? Bold is better. Bold is best.
When was the last time you did something daring? Something even a little bit dangerous? And I'm not talking about skydiving or rocky mountain climbing. I'm talking about speaking the Truth when it's easier to be silent. Saying the whole Truth and not the half truth about who you are.
I want to be bold like that. I'm convinced I was created to be bold like that. The way coffee was created to be bold and it's not fully itself when it's all watered down.
Since Sunday I've been thinking about all of this. How can I be a little more bold?
So I decided to write a story. My story. And I want to share it with you. But I'm nervous about it—because it might leave a bad taste in your mouth, either about me, or about God, or about life.
But I need to be who I'm made to be. So tomorrow morning, when it's here... in print ... maybe you can grab a bold cup of coffee and just drink in the words. They won't be perfect, but they will be bitter and sweet on the same page.
The words might surprise you and change your perception of who I am. But that's the risk I take. They may make you cringe and turn away because they are strong. But I'm giving you fair warning... they will be a little more bold.