On the night we went night snorkeling in Hawaii to see manta rays, I got incredibly seasick and spent most of my time hanging onto the boat’s ladder throwing up. To top it off, no manta rays showed up. The next night we went back again and I was terrified. I thought about walking away before we even got to the boat. I was afraid of what would happen, I was afraid that the crew was going to judge me. Instead, one of them recognized me and said I was so brave for coming back. I laughed. I never thought of myself as brave. I mean, I’m no Gryffindor. I don’t like taking risks and I don’t generally like change. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that’s she was right. I am brave. I get into boats knowing that I get seasick, I climb mountains even though I’m terrified of heights, I do handstands despite a fear of falling, I speak in front of people in the face of my social anxiety. I’m afraid of a lot of things, but I never let that hold me back from doing the things I love or trying new things. And let me tell you, those manta rays were definitely worth it.