...shared these words with me a few days ago.
I've been struggling trying to remember that only sticks and stones can break your bones...
Words can't break bones...
Words can hurt.
And they do hurt.
And they leave gaping wounds inside our hearts once in awhile.
My dear friend listened to me cry and try to find understanding about some especially hurtful, cruel words.
I love my friend.
She always 'gets' me.
And while you don't know her, she gives me great advice...
And I thought I'd share her with you.
In case you need advice.
And you need someone to 'get' you, too!
Here's what she said...
"I'm sending you a link to a quote from Theodore Roosevelt. Blow your nose and go read it and then I'll call you back in an hour or so."
I blew my nose.
Opened the link.
And read this...
“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.”
I suspect you're trying valiantly, too.
And daring greatly.
Keep going, my friend.
I 'get' you, too!