It’s hard to be brave sometimes. As I post this, our family is on the road in the midst of a move. Across the country. Site unseen by all but my husband. I won’t even lay eyes on the house until we pull up to it to move in. We still aren’t sure where the kids will go to school, I’m 6 ½ months pregnant and have no doctor lined up, and we’ll be spending Christmas amongst people we’ve only known for a couple of weeks. It’s a bit daunting, and I’m not feeling all that brave as I look ahead.