The Many Brands of Courage
What’s bold for one person is routine for another. We all know that, but I find it so easy to forget–until once again I see someone confidently run a multi-team project that would make me want to retire to a quiet room like a rock singer with exhaustion. Or until I see someone quaking over something I don’t blink at–like flying or public speaking.
I find it very hard to wrap my mind around being worried about flying. No effort is necessary, no getting-it-right. One need only sit there and flip through a magazine. To understand that kind of fear, I need the sharp memory of some of my own kinds of nervousness: about entertaining, or being a house guest, or steering someone wrong somehow. Those are stupid fears, the first two anyway.
We all manage to do and finally enjoy things we’re scared of. It’s a triumph we ought to give ourselves credit for. And it’s a marvel and a delight how differently we’re each put together.
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