Brave?

”You’re brave!” one after another of the people working at the polls told me today. It was a familiar refrain that I had heard all day today, yesterday, and the day before (all rainy days) as I rode my bike around my city, as usual, as my transportation. To the eye doctor. The post office. Costco. The food pantry to plant garlic in the garden. A community center for yoga. A coffee shop for a meeting. A local restaurant for lunch with my husband. And now the library to vote for city councilor. Over and over again, “you’re brave!”

“I’m voting for a city where I won’t be considered brave for simply riding a bike,” I answered.

And then I made my selection, which frankly, was a brave choice. Because it’s a risk (I didn’t choose the safe person). But it’s a risk worth taking. Just like riding my bike each day.