I used to think bravery would feel more impressive. Maybe like a roar. Maybe like certainty. Maybe like walking into a room with my shoulders back, my voice steady, and my heart entirely unconcerned about what anyone thought. But most of the brave things in real life don’t feel that way. Bravery often feels like walking through the door when part of you wants to turn around. It feels like saying the honest sentence with a shaky voice. It feels...

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