How boring to look back over your life and say, “I never did anything wrong. I never failed.” That would mean you never stuck your neck out, never wrestled , never loved to your marrow, never cried gut-cleansing tears, never found the edges of your limits, never soared after crashing, never looked back and were able to say,
I was scared and I went on.
I had courage, though, at the time, it didn’t taste like courage; it tasted like bile.
I was stronger than I ever dreamed I could be.
And there is no arrogance in that strength. It is a humbling strength, born out of brokenness, compassion and connection.