I don't remember what the action was, but I remember what was said afterward. Casey had done something which required stepping outside of her comfort zone.
I took her aside and told her, "I want you to know that I'm really proud of you for what you did. It was very brave, and that's a big deal."
"Baby, being brave isn't about not being afraid. Being brave is about being afraid but doing what you're afraid of, anyway. The fact that you were scared doesn't make you not-brave. But the fact that you did it EVEN THOUGH you were afraid? That makes you brave."
It takes strength of mind and heart and a core of faith to step over what we are afraid of to get to the other side. It's a lot easier to play over on this side of the fear... fear of the unknown, fear of reaction, fear of the dragon waiting for us. It's safer. We know what's over here and it requires nothing from us.
But facing the fear and doing what we fear anyway, despite what COULD happen, that takes bravery and strength. Even if we cower on the inside while we're doing it, taking the action makes us brave. It makes us conquerors.
Is it possible that doing the things we fear can come back to bite us? Yes. Can they make us hurt? Yes. But it's also possible to climb over the fear, to do what we thought would be impossible, and to look back and say "You had no power over me."