September 19, 2022

On the road again! This time, hitching a ride with Tommy and Andrea to Wyoming.

We woke this morning to the sound of rain pattering on the roof of our cabin at Harmony Ridge. We left Nevada City after coffee, website meeting (me), and tasty breakfast at Nevada City Classic Cafe (Tommy and Andrea).

We’re headed to Twin Falls, Idaho, tonight, with an eye towards Yellowstone tomorrow.


Q. What insecurity has been holding me back the most?

That people won’t like me. “People,” as in the generic “everyone,” not actual people who know me. People who know me, generally like me. And they call me on my shit when they don’t like something I’ve done or said.

But the amount of head space I’ve given (and continue to give) strangers astounds me these days. I would do well to remember the words of Theodore Roosevelt — “The man in the arena”

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.

These days, my face is dusty and I am pursuing great enthusiasms. I am committed to standing in the arena. I have been finding little victories, and I am not nearly as afraid of defeat as I am of continuing to play small.

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