There are those that say I have courage beyond measure. My devotion to authenticity is admired. They don't see my fear, my doubt, my shaking, my unrest. I don't feel courageous. I grab onto my authenticity because I fear losing myself. It is my lifeline. We think of courage as opposite of fear. Maybe you share such a fine line with fear that it is difficult to distinguish between the two. What if my bold showing up as myself in the world is at once a courageous act and one born of fear? What if fear leads to courage?