Improvising Our Way to Courage

Cassie McClure
Sat, 06 Dec 2025 23:00:00 -0800
Lifestyle

Some fear rarely announces itself. It moves quietly, almost politely, and takes a chair in the corner of your chest and waits. Some days, I forget it is there. Other days, it stirs the cauldron of my stomach until I'm forced to account for it.

For most of my life, I believed bravery belonged to people who felt certain. Heroes in stories seemed steady. Leaders seemed equipped. Even the adults of my childhood seemed to wake each morning with confidence about who they were and what they were doing. I assumed that once I grew up, that clarity would arrive for me, too.

What arrived instead was the realization that every grown person is improvising. Every leader is managing more than anyone sees. Every parent is hoping they guessed right. Life reveals that bravery is not a posture built from certainty. It is an act built on fear and forward motion held together at the same time.
Updated: Sun Dec 07, 2025

Some fear rarely announces itself. It moves quietly, almost politely, and takes a chair in the corner of your chest and waits. Some days, I forget it is there. Other days, it stirs the cauldron of my stomach until I'm forced to account for it.

For most of my life, I believed bravery belonged to people who felt certain. Heroes in stories seemed steady. Leaders seemed equipped. Even the adults of my childhood seemed to wake each morning with confidence about who they were and what they were doing. I assumed that once I grew up, that clarity would arrive for me, too.

What arrived instead was the realization that every grown person is improvising. Every leader is managing more than anyone sees. Every parent is hoping they guessed right. Life reveals that bravery is not a posture built from certainty. It is an act built on fear and forward motion held together at the same time.

Former President Theodore Roosevelt's reminder that the credit belongs to the one "who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood" holds a particular resonance in adulthood. It is an antidote to the modern reflex to criticize from a safe distance. There is also a quiet truth about fear. The arena is not a place we enter once we feel courageous. The arena is where courage is made, likely in view of people who do not see the whole story.

Public life has taught me that in sharper relief. There is fear that comes with responsibility. Fear that comes when you know any decision will be interpreted through a dozen narratives, many of them beyond your control. There is a reason Roosevelt chose the image of sweat and dirt. Showing up in public, especially with a conscience, dusts up the soul a little.

But there is a deeper fear that has nothing to do with titles or positions. It lives in the quieter hours and visits when the mind is free to wander without interruption. It asks whether who we are becoming aligns with the life we imagined.

Maria Popova captured something essential when she wrote that the challenge of life is not to silence the inner voice "with fear or with hope, with indifference or compulsion or the tyranny of should." Fear is only one way we learn to muffle ourselves. Hope, oddly enough, can do it too when we use it to paper over hard truths. Indifference can do it when we decide it is safer not to care. Compulsion can do it when we convince ourselves that grinding is the same thing as growing. And then there is that familiar tyranny of should, which tells us who to be before we ever hear our own voice speak.

Yet the voice persists. It waits beneath the noise. It speaks in a small way that something wants our attention. It surfaces when we are honest with ourselves. It rises when we reach for something beyond our comfort zone.

Fear tries to drown that voice. It offers every reason to retreat with visions of embarrassment, failure, loss, and regret. But fear is not omniscient. It sees the risk but not the possibility.

So we move anyway. Not because we are unafraid, but because we want the life that sits on the other side of fear. The life that comes from stepping into the arena, even when we feel unready.

Courage is less dramatic than I once imagined. It is answering the hard call. It is starting the conversation you worry might go sideways. It is casting a vote that leaves you wide awake at midnight. It is signing your name to a decision that will never please everyone. It is choosing therapy. It is protecting your child's future even when the world feels unsteady. It is trying again after disappointment.

Adulthood does not remove fear. It teaches us to carry it with steadier hands. It teaches us that movement is the antidote. It teaches us that the arena is not a punishment. The arena is where we practice becoming ourselves.

So the work continues. Show up and speak when the voice inside you says it is time. Listen when it tells you to grow. Step forward even when fear presses at your back. When scared, we should keep pressing forward, and that is how we learn to live and honor the voice that refuses to be silenced.