Someone once said to me that bravery is not the absence of fear but rather the decision to act in spite of it. In my imagination, that process goes something like this: “that’s just fear,” I think to myself. “And we’re going forward anyway.” The problem is that reality often isn’t like that. To me, fear doesn’t sound like a quavering little boy in the corner of my mind, warning of dangers real and imagined. If that were true, fear would be easy to identify.