Being Brave

I remember playing in the church parking lot when I was a kid while waiting for my parents. There was a storm drain there and I usually avoided it but occasionally I would walk on it and it would give me a little thrill of fear or excitement or whatever.
Now I am not one to scare myself or seek thrills but the other day I went to a frozen lake with some people and there was a rope swing and we were swinging out over the lake and it was a lot of fun. One of the people said something along the line of me being brave. What was interesting is that to me that wasn't a big deal. Instead, the part that I was initially hesitant about was going in the first place to hang out with people (some I didn't know very well) for a day and a half. Although, it didn't give me the same thrill of fear or excitement, but it was a similar experience. This summer when I wrote about subbing for my professor that was an experience I was not ready for but I enjoyed and before hand I felt an almost giddy nervousness that was much the same as walking on storm drains (you might fall in!).

I'm not exactly sure what I want to say about all this, but perhaps something about growth (I can walk over storm drains without fear now), or stepping outside our comfort zones and how it can be exciting.