15 August 2011

5 ouch

the discouraging voices are no longer confined to my head. they belong to real people now.

boxing is the best metaphor.

because you can be landing every punch when suddenly the living shit's kicked out of you and you're forced to retreat. into your corner. bloodied. spooked. slightly unhinged. not permanently, but decidedly.

but the fight's not over. immediately, you've got to go back out.


Katie C said...

please don't forget, when you go to your corner you aren't alone there... you've got a trainer with some water in those cool squirt bottle things (because of the mouth guards) and a sponge to dab up the blood before sending you out with a "atta girl. now go get 'em"

Linda said...

what k.clen said.

Osutein said...

Thirded. You've also got the whole NLB at your back. Keep fighting!

The Whiffer said...

"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."

There really is no such thing as the wrong time to recall T. Rossevelt's 'The Man in The Arena' speech.

oline said...

what a crowded corner!