A friend reminded me recently that I normally start the new year with a word. I have been so busy that I had forgotten to even think about it. From then on, a seed was planted, and what was most persistent in my mind was trust.
Trust: “firm belief in the reliability, truth, or ability of someone or something”
The trust I have placed within myself has been little, barely there, relying on other to give me the permission to believe. That really isn’t how it should be. Old Norse, a language used around the 9th to 13th century, puts trust as originating from the word ‘traustr’, meaning strong.
With this in mind, I must move forward, learning and building a strong foundation of trust within myself to stand upon. To leave the ego by the wayside and trust that I will come back after failure; I will dust myself off from rejection; that there is power and strength amongst my flaws: to trust my body.
I am under no illusion that dropping the ego will be a battle in itself but I must have faith to come again, to admit my failings and to learn from them. I must remember that I am enough.
“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.”
Theodore Roosevelt, 1910.
