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. —Theodore Roosevelt
I cannot close the door on the month of November without acknowledging my participation in (or lack thereof) NaBloPoMo and Writing 101. When I started this adventure I promised myself I would celebrate the journey even if the destination was not achieved. Given my propensity to overthink things and then lose focus, a commitment to thirty posts in thirty days was quite a stretch; but, as in most of life, if you wait for assurances before you commit then you’ll get nowhere very quickly.
I finish this month with eleven posts under my belt. It’s a humbling experience to openly admit defeat but I have to ask is my glass half empty or half full? I realize the choice is up to me. It matters where I put my energy and intention and so I call upon Theodore Roosevelt to help me appropriately frame this experience and keep things in perspective. It’s about the journey and not the destination.
I will be retiring the NaBloPoMo and Writing 101 icons from my sidebar; but only because things can get wee bit cluttered over on that side of the page. They are gone but not forgotten. You can rest assured they will be back.