(these are some fresh Lilacs I picked from our yard, they smell amazing)
Ever have a day, week or month where you feel like you're about to implode? Well I do. More often than I will ever admit. But I figure this is what reminds me that I am a real person. As much as I would love to be blissfully unaware of all my life's imperfections, I'm not. I am all too aware of all things I don't do, all the things I don't or can't have and how the older I get and the more kids I have the more naps I want to take during the day.
On these not-so-great days of mine, my husband often reminds me of a well known quote by Theodore Roosevelt....
“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 and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, 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 he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”
- Theodore Roosevelt
He says to me on these not-so-great days, "babe, we're in the arena right now".
So here's to all of you out there who are in the arena right now, may we all come out of this victorious!
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