Waiting… I hate waiting. Waiting to hear back. Wondering if the news will be what I desire or not. There’s part of me that has high hopes, strong faith and is incredibly optimistic, but then there’s a part of me that wants to remain grounded, be practical, and realistic. Why? It seems like it’s internally less far to fall, be disappointed and all that. It can be painful to put yourself out there and come up short – be unsuccessful – fail.
I remind myself of the truth. You never fail, unless you give up. I turn to the words of one of my councilors in courage, Theodore Roosevelt. I let the roar of the Lion of the White House fill my mind and chase out the fear. He reminds me to get my #@$$! back in my arena, because, “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.”
So today, I wait. I wait to hear if this is the door God has for me to walk through or if there’s another. Either way, I have and will continue to dare greatly! 💥 🥊