My friend Mel-who has made a few appearances on this blog, wrote a few of us recently and asked if we'd be interested in a long-distance book club. (More on this at some point in the future.)
Last night, I commenced our first read-Daring Greatly by Brene (hmmmm....she's supposed to have a ' above that "e") Brown.
She starts the book with this excerpt from Theodore Roosevelt's April 1910 speech at the Sorbonne in Paris, France.
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.....
I'm only 50 pages in, but I already have so much to think about.
And that's all-just a little inspiration for this Tuesday morning.