My Pluck is All Glittery

Daily writing prompt

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

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Pluck.

Comfortableness with uncomfortableness.

I won’t jump out of a plane, though someone once invited me, and it would have been a very good friendship kind of thing to do. I’m not courageous. I wouldn’t hold the flashlight and walk into the woods to find a homeless person, but I would follow someone holding a flashlight. It’s a difference with a distinction. I have pluck but I’m no brave heart.

I will stand up and talk to a crowd without a script, having practiced ten minutes in my car on my way to the event. I do this both because I am addicted to comfortableness with uncomfortableness but also because I like walking on the ledge, but only metaphorically. And sometimes I really hit it out of the park. Not always, but enough. And it’s not just talking but also showing up places where I don’t belong and don’t know what I’m doing. That is where my pluck has glitter.

Age has given me a lot of pluck. This is because when I am considering doing something, I ask, ‘what’s the worst thing that can happen?” and none of the consequences amount to much. I’m 76, after all. You want to know what’s great about aging. That, right there. Almost zero consequences for messing up.

Anyway, pluck. I haven’t always had it but I do now and it’s great.

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