I make a lot of promises to myself with the best intentions
of keeping them. Like most best laid plans, life gets in the way and excuses become
best friends. As I got ready for work this morning, I just couldn’t do THIS
anymore. You know the feeling right? The one that knocks you to the side and
won’t let you get up. That feeling that you’re so far off the path that you’re
practically buried in the dirt five miles out. I am miserable beyond comprehension.
I feel disgusting because of my unhealthy coping strategies for stress and
depression. I’m sick of being this shell of a person. For the entire year of
2015 I will be keeping a blog of my life, to document my struggles to go
against what is comfortable and familiar, to become the person I want to be.
This blog is named Daring
Greatly from the fantastic quote by Theodore Roosevelt that I came across
while reading one of Brene Brown’s books. The quote is:
"It’s
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 enthusiasm, 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."
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