In Hindsight

A friend sent me the following quote recently. They sent it a day after I had given some critique to individuals in a group setting where I wasn’t very proud of what I had said. Not that it was malicious but I feel I had forgotten to emphasize where the credit belongs.

In the like I’m remembering to give myself credit. To pause and enjoy even my smallest successes.

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.

Theodore Roosevelt, “Man in the Arena” Speech given April 23, 1910
26th president of US (1858 – 1919)

In hindsight I have some cleaning up to do. No big deal. Just be it.