"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, 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
I recently read this passage in the book Daring Greatly, by Brene Brown. It resonated with my soul on a molecular level. Failure visited me today and for an instant I started to let defeat wash over me and thought, why do I even bother. The negative voices started spewing their hate, you aren't worthy. Then I immediately thought of this passage, the tears and trail to the negative stopped. As long as I continue to dare greatly I am not passively watching my life go by, even when the results aren't as I would have hoped. I am in the arena. I am covered in dust and sweat and blood, I will continue to strive no matter how far I fall. I do not want to wither and die and better yet I refuse to. I tell myself jump into that arena. You may have blood and sweat dripping from your fall and it won't be the last fall. So push yourself back up, brush off the dust and start again and again, as long as it takes!
Conquering Momma,
Charity
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