Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Welcome!


Welcome!

Thank you for taking the time to swing by my little space and for allowing me to share with you.

The past year of my life has been a year of incredible personal growth and self discovery, perhaps a consequence of age or lessons learned through experience, but I wanted to have a place to share my experiences.

I also wanted a space to share the stories of the incredible women in my life. I’ve been blessed to be touched by so many amazing people, people who have taught me valuable lessons that I feel like need to be shared.

So welcome to “Man in the Arena.”

Theodore Roosevelt once said:

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.

I was introduced to this quote from Brene Brown, who has done amazing work with vulnerability and shame research. But this is how I aim to live my life (ahem… aim because I certainly struggle with it), with a “face marred by dust and sweat and blood” and by “fails while daring greatly.”