About Dare Greatly
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.
Pay attention; you might learn something.
These two quotes have been instrumental in my life development. Why? Because even if you are not in someone’s personal arena you can learn not only from their victories, but more importantly from their defeats. I doubt very many people have learned as much from winning as they have from losing. As the baby of my family I watched my sisters struggle and win/lose often. I learned much from those observations, but all the knowledge in the world is wasted if it isn’t utilized. Out of the bleachers and into the arena I go, armed with nothing more than the willingness to keep learning and getting up when I fall.
On a more mundane level, I’m a strange mix on any subject you want to bring up. My friends call me eclectic. My detractors call me odd, weird, crazy, etc. I prefer not to label myself or anyone else if at all possible.
By the way, you will see Cappy Curmudgeon or CC (my life journey companion), Baby Genius or BG (our brilliant, beautiful daughter), and Basement Troll or BT (our friend who lives in the basement) on this blog as well.