For a Monday
“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…”
-Theodore Roosevelt, The Man in the Arena, delivered at the Sorbonee in Paris, France on April 23, 1910
For a Monday:
Ignore the voice of the critic in your head and
Spend yourself on a worthy cause,
Even if no one applauds you at the end of the day.
Lift your eyes to heaven and remember there is an invisible crowd
Cheering you on.
Waste not one minute on
but identify the ones that matter (living, breathing people with pulsing hearts)
And invest sweat, blood, and tears into them, and
hardest of all,
invest your own pulsing, beating, capable-of-bleeding
heart, which is your
Laugh loudly (at yourself),
and love wildly, madly, courageously,
because it is ridiculously vulnerable to do so,
but also the greatest