Thinking about these words:
“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.”
We took our first family vacation to the Anza Borrego desert. It was H’s first road trip, and he suffered some motion sickness within the first hour. We got outside and the chilly air must have been just what he needed. He was content the remainder of the day. We visited the pumpkin patch, Borrego Springs, and the Salton Sea. A very nice getaway before a long week of travel (for me).
Another hectic week. I will be glad to have a bit of a breather coming up. In the meantime, I’ve been fixated on neutrals, like…
This solid Macrame Wall Hanging by beWEAVEitorKNOT.
A Marble Jar with Mango Lid from Merely Modern.
And, these squatty Modern Wood Leg Planters from West Elm.
Back to work.
Here are the two best prayers I know: “Help me help me, help me,” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”Anne Lamott