|Today’s inspiration comes from a quote from Theodore Roosevelt’s speech Citizenship In A Republic, delivered at the Sorbonne (1910):
The Man in the Arena
“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.”
It is my hope as I do the deeds of my personal internal work that I can look to achieve what Theodore Roosevelt cited in his speech. So often and more than I want to admit, I’m the critic. Mostly to myself although it comes out at others too. I am in the arena, every minute, every day and am covered with blood and sweat.
I don’t even mind doing the deeds, the work is necessary and vital to my recovery. But to give myself credit for being daring, whoa, that is a new one. Me, daring greatly, is that really what I’m doing by challenging the rut of a life that I was handed….Never, never do I want to be a cold and timid soul….I am gonna think about this and really, really try this one on for size….I like it, a daring soul?… me?