I wanted a banana for lunch, so I could cut it up and eat it. When I finally got the courage to do so, all bananas seemed to have lost any resemblance of a banana.
She took an elongated deep breath, blinking her eyes closed and then open at the end of the breath. She needed courage, she needed confidence; just enough to stamp her boot over the top of the spider crawling up her loungeroom wall.
A dog barking at thunder: no greater courage.