17 Jul Adventures of an amateur yogi-Day 9
Theodore Roosevelt said,
“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.”
If you’ve read anything from Brené Brown then you’re already well acquainted with the beauty of these words. If you’re not well acquainted with B. Brown yet…then for heavens sakes stop reading right now and go to Amazon, search “Daring Greatly, one-click to order, and read until you’re sadly, emotionally punched in the gut with the realization that they only put a section of the beginning online and you must wait until it arrives at your door stoop to continue.
I’ll wait.
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I hope you’re feeling better about life now…I certainly am.
I don’t really want to comment on this tonight. It’s beauty needing no explanation really. I just hope you’ll read it…and maybe muse over what it might mean for you.
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This body is tired…as is the mind. I go to my YTT all day and do yoga, talk philosophy, ponder the yogic way, study Sanskrit and anatomy. Then I come home and talk love, heartache, pain, philosophy, religion, life, and beauty with Dawn.
If this were a course I’m positive it would be “Life 302: Learning how to live beautifully in a bat-shit crazy world. You’re welcome.”
I’m officially 33.3333% through with my training. Crazy cakes, I know.
More on being in the arena, daring greatly, and just plain showing up tomorrow…
I love you, crazies.
Hugs.
Can you guess what we’re about to do? …And you thought I was working my tushie off. Confession: We nap. All day. 😉 Details tomorrow.
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