Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Happy New Year

If you know me you know that I LOVE music - and that my taste runs the gamut. (I get that from my mama.) But, recently I came across a blog - which led me to a Twitter feed and a weekly radio program - all by a guy I knew in another lifetime (I think it was the summer I was 19). And let me tell you what - this guy knows music. He doesn't know yet but he has introduced me to a whole new world of music in the last few weeks, including this gem:

Thanks, Dainon!

With all that said, I've been pretty busy the last several weeks setting my business up for a record-breaking year to blog much personally. I wish I had a better excuse, like "spent a month in Bora Bora" or "boyfriend with unmet needs." But, there you have it - I've been doing genealogy. (It's actually a pretty exciting time to be doing what I do let me tell you what. More on that here.)

In the midst of all of that personal and professional preparation for an amazing 2010, I've been taking hits from all sides - snarky comments on blog posts, drama with some of my students, clients with completely unrealistic expectations, and on and on. I realize that it's because I've set myself up as something of a target. That will not, of course, deter me from pressing forward. I will do so, ever yearning to be better than I am in every arena.

Seems that I came across this quote today (made popular again because of Invictus - which I still need to see) at just the right time in my life. I love when that happens!

"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."
(Teddy Rosevelt, "The Man in the Arena")