“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 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 and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for 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 he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
Teddy Roosevelt, speaking at the Sorbonne in Paris, April 23, 1910
You can do it. Whatever “it” is. Rather it is to train your own bird dog, travel to a new place to hunt, start a new business, move to a new state or country—whatever “it” is—jump into the arena with all your heart and soul; get sweaty, dirty, and bloody and keep getting back up and doing it all over again. Dare greatly my friends.