Daring Greatly: How the Courage to be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead by Brene Brown


Usually I don’t read books that start with the word “How” in the subtitle, but a local book club assigned this book for their June book club meeting, and, like the great planner I am, I decided to go to this local book club for the first time and meet some new people … three weeks before I leave.

(P.S. In three weeks we leave our little po-dunk town in the North West and we drive down to Arizona to spend the whole month of July with family before we leave for Taiwan on July 30.)

(P.P.S. We fly out of Phoenix on July 30 and arrive in Taiwan on August 1. Two. Days. Later. Ay dios mio.)


Are we all up to speed now? Yes.

When the local book club assigned Daring Greatly: How the Courage to be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead, I thought, “Perfect! I am moving to Asia in less than two months and I’m going to be extremely vulnerable! I need to read this book! And I need to make a friend right before I leave for Asia!”

I gotta tell you that I didn’t finish it. I agreed with a lot of what she said. I think most of what she was talking about was about having confidence and loving yourself. That when you make mistakes or put yourself out there, you have to go to a place where you love yourself for the good and the bad.

Agree. Agree. And agree.


Maybe you can tell me why I put this in here? I thought it was hilarious, but it might not have anything to do with what I’m talking about in this blog post.

But the book lacked specific examples of real-life situations. So I didn’t feel as connected to the book as I was hoping for.

That’s not to say I didn’t leave this book without any life lessons. I am more aware now of how to forgive myself when I make mistakes. I feel more confident about putting myself out there for all to see. In Taiwan. In friendships. With my Man-Beast. With family. At work.

I get it. Put yourself out there and say, “This is me, mother effers! Take it or leave it!”

Own your stories. Lesson learned.

But this post wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t add a list of mistakes I have made, which I need to learn how to forgive myself for. I know that’s what you scrolled through this post for. So here they are. Mistakes I have made in my 29 years.

  • Telling off a group of guys at a casino for hollering at me as I walked by. I now realize they may have just been talking to their friends across the way.
  • Telling the groom’s mom to stop bitching about the cake because nobody cared about it.
  • Meeting a guy from MySpace.
  • Getting mad at my friends for not helping with the dishes, when I invited them over to dinner at my house.
  • Telling a little kid to shut up when he was screaming with another kid.
  • Eating Nutella by the spoonful from the jar.
  • Taking away recess from the whole class when it was only two kids who were being naughty.
  • Accidentally calling “Nick” and not “Nicole” when I was drunk and wanted to leave a bachelorette party.
  • Refusing to give a sassy customer a pen to sign his receipt when I waitressed at Pizza Hut in high school.
  • Flirting with the 50-year-old piano player at a dueling piano bar.
  • Getting drunk in England and yelling, “God dammit to hell” all night. (They don’t swear like that there. I thought it was funny. Apparently it is not.)
  • Pretty must everything I said from sixth grade to sophomore year of high school. And wore.

OK. I’ve embarrassed myself enough. Is it bad that what makes me feel better about my mistakes is hearing about other people’s mistakes?

{What do you need to forgive yourself for?}

And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.


About julieschicklit

My book blog is dedicated to finding books, stories & ideas that redefine women's literature to be something smarter & funnier. More RAWResome lit for ladies. I am remaining some-what anonymous because I have a day job. My Man-Beast and I are soon going to live abroad in China, so that's why I'm a reblog-aholic.


  1. I just got the book. It’s about fifth down in the pile to read.

    I have PLEEEEENTY to forgive myself for.

    However, I do not understand the need to forgive one’s self for eating Nutella by the spoonful right from the bottle????? Seems appropriate behavior to me.

  2. It just makes you human to want other people to screw up too. That way everybody is human. And vulnerable. And they have blog fodder.

  3. “•Eating Nutella by the spoonful from the jar” UMMM that seems like a WIN to me!

    You know normally I avoid self-help-ish books like this, but I could use a little encouragement to put my Sarah-face forward more. I’m annoyingly shy. Or just so boring that I have nothing good to say. Liquor helps 😉 but I bet that’s not one of the tips in the book! lol.

    • I usually don’t read self-help books either. And I didn’t get through the whole thing because it seemed repetitive. And I feel ya on being shy. I can be, too. I come out of my shell with a margarita or two, but, you’re right, that’s not the best way to go about it. And maybe it’s a good thing to be shy? Maybe it’s OK to not talk all the time? At least I think it is! xoxo

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