“It is not the critic who counts. … The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly … who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.” -Theodore Roosevelt
I have a goal of writing in a blog daily. I haven’t been faithful to it. Not like Seth Godin. Not making deep pronouncements about the way Titans of Industry are making their millions, or how small-business owners can get a leg up. Not today. Today is about accepting the struggle of just showing up.
It is okay to do so. I don’t criticize the half-assed work I did. I congratulate myself on waking up early (5:30 a.m.). And doing a plank for 50 seconds. The burning in my core gives me the attitude that within me, by me, through my effort can I find my strength. Self-care to battle self-doubt. Taking stock of mini successes is enough to take on mightier battles further on.