Speaking of work, Matt and I have noticed this phenomenon when we talk to others about our work. (More-so the fact that both of us quit our day jobs to make films.) They often use the word "brave", and for some reason that never sits well with me. After thinking this over for a while I realized why. What we have done feels less like a brave choice, and more like the only choice. It was what we wanted enough that the word "choice" became nonexistent. I'd like to imagine that's what happens when one makes a good choice, which in the end feels like there was no choice at all.