As a huge “Hunger Games” fan, I should preface that this isn’t about THAT arena.
I’m taking a page out of one of my friend’s blog (hi, Stef!) and posting a quote today.
This quote has been my Lock screen for about a month now. I look at it whenever I feel overwhelmed, or anxious or sad. It’s about being in it.
“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 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 and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for 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 he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”-Theodore Roosevelt
Brene Brown used it while riding her TEDx vulnerability hangover. I’m using it to cope with a few “This is it” moments, instead of eating all the cupcakes. There is definitely dust on my face. There’s been puh-lenty of tears. But, I’m in the arena. At least there’s that.