Wow. I have been feeling like I was the drunk girl at the bar last night, this week. The one that danced on tables, puked inside of her friends coach purse, fell into the hot bouncer and apogized as she blew puke breath in his face. I do not believe I’ve ever actually been “that girl” but I assume putting my most private thoughts and personal moments out there for friends and family to read is close to what she might’ve felt like the next morning. Being hidden and writing anonymously makes a huge difference in how I feel about writing and what I include in the content of eqch post. I’m still trying to tell myself that I don’t give a $hit what you think but even though I’m a lot closer to confident Crista, I still have my moments. I still question myself.
Your emails and messages mean so much and are definitely fueling my fire to continue writing so I thank you!
I found an old print of Teddy Roosevelt’s speech about the critics in the arena at a thrift store the other day. Brene Brown’s book Daring Greatly was roughly based on this quote. I’m trying to remain in fight mode. Blood, sweat, all of it… mine. My tears and my fight. Praise the Lord for His guidance and gift of friends and family that help me in that arena. You mean ao much to me.
Lets hope I can get some zzzz’s after this post. Hugs!
Here is my project, so far…
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
– Theodore Roosevelt