Brave or crazy?

There is something to be said for the way most people live their lives. There are expectations. We start learning about them pretty early. Education. Job. Money. Taxes. Health Insurance. There are plenty of houses lined up the side walk. There are plenty of jobs with 401ks and health benefits. Is this what we all want? Retirement plans? A Mortgage? Is this what we want or is it what we are supposed to want? I have heard from many people now that I am brave. I am scared.  I am in the middle of nowhere. I've had no phone or internet for over a week. I am alone with 5 kids. They have been stung by bees, hit in the head by swings, and got phenomena. Last night, the internet installation guy came at 8:30pm. In the Dark. To my house in the forest, together alone. Brave...I may be but I am also a tad bit crazy. He happened to be the nicest installation guy ever. Today, when I left to get the cats from the vet, a truck drove by packed like a clown car. I had left the garage open, with an overwhelming need to close it I turned around. As I was pulling out of the drive-way the second time, they passed again. I backed up and sat in the driveway watching. Wouldn't you know it a few minutes passed by and they had circled back again. I then pulled across the street to see if maybe I could get my cell to work. They came back again from the other direction and pulled right into my driveway. It was quite a group of characters. I never took my eyes off them. Santa appeared to be driving, a skinny tweaked out looking younger lady was in the middle, and a huge toothless woman was in the passenger seat. The extra cab was taken up by a bulky man sitting sideways because he wouldn't fit sitting upright. They circled around my driveway, pulled out and then pulled up right next to me. The toothless woman asked me if I knew where "Ben" lived. What the heck? I stayed for a bit after they left. Then decided my bulldog would guard the house appropriately. I was late to pick up the cats. Is that brave? Is that crazy? Aren't we all a bit brave? I know we're all crazy. Isn't it brave when we watch our child go to their first day of school, trying not to cry in front of them. Isn't it brave when we pretend not to be scared of bees so they won't be....or heights...or shots? Isn't it brave when we get out of the marriage that is making us miserable? Isn't it brave when we stay, to fight for it another day? What about when we start a new job or buy our first house.  I think this whole life thing can be scary as sh*t. It's how we live in spite of that fear that defines us.