I’ve wanted to get this off my chest for some time now: I’m ready [I think] to dare greatly.
To live. To embrace courage.
To accept who I am – now -especially after the hysterectomy and oopherectomy.
The menopause. The depression. The Lynch Syndrome.
Actually – to hell with that – it is challenging enough to just accept me as I am regardless of all that crap.
I understood menopause was difficult. But this DIFFICULT. [I’m learning to call it “interesting” because that term is far lighter and conjures curiosity rather dread… in me, anyway.]
[I suspect that depression and anxiety are secret bedfellows with menopause.]
But I also want to release another secret out into the Internet ether [thank you to anyone who reads and witnesses this!]: I am also afraid to fail. Who isn’t, right?
What’s worse is that I am more afraid to turn back and retreat. Actually, that is probably a good thing. A really. good. thing.
“… 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.”
[In response to the Daily Prompt: Test]