Am I coward?

At a previous point in my life, I would have answered this question with a definitive “yes.” I was afraid of so many things, especially confrontations. Coward. Definitely.
But I’ve been called brave so many times in recent years that I’ve had to reconsider what cowardice might mean for me. Or bravery. People call me brave when I tell the truth. They call me brave when I write about uncomfortable things. They call me brave when I risk security and money to do something that is important to me.
I don’t feel particularly brave when I do these things. I feel terrified. But as has been said many times before – it’s the feeling the fear and doing it anyway thing.
Am I a coward? Very possibly. But it wouldn’t bother me much if I were. Maybe it’s not being afraid to be a coward that sometimes makes me brave.

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