Hello readers! We’re back to post Bloganuary #11 (barely) on time!

So here is the next installment. Day 11:

Day 11: What does it mean to live boldly?

Jayden: It means to live as yourself, without apology. Stand up for who you are and be true to yourself. Sometimes that boldness is quiet and sometimes it’s loud, but it’s always there.

Richard:

I wrote a poem? (don’t ask me, I’m a pop fic major) that I think works for this the other day in residency.

Submit. One little word. My finger hovered over the mouse. Submit. Pages and pages spread above it. It’d taken me hours, but I felt like I was going to be sitting here staring at this screen for even longer.

Submit. Sub mit. I raised my finger a bit higher, either to get away from the button, or to make sure I’d get a really satisfying click when I came back down. I’d never tell.

Submit. I tabbed back to my email. Maybe someone from work had an urgent question, or I’d won an ebay auction. Nothing, not even a phishing scam. Someone else needed to hit their submit button.

Submit. I got up, went to the kitchen, and filled the kettle with water. I pushed the on button. That button was easy to push.

Submit. I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the cupboard and poured a couple fingers into the mug, then followed it up with cocoa powder and the boiling water. I submit that scotch-chocolate is better than Irish coffee.

Submit. I walked around the apartment, “stretching my legs” until I emptied the mug. Then headed back into my office to stare at the submit button again.

Submit. I pushed it.