Once more into the breach…
(As the M3.6 earthquake rolls through and reminds us all what a rush adrenaline is…)
Okay, so that’s not Kipling. I seem to be mixing up my classic English authors and poets, as well as my centuries.
But before I had the crap scared out of me, I was thinking a lot about stress and workload and work/life balances. Which in turn reminded me of Kipling’s “Hymn of Breaking Strain.”
(It’s probably public domain which means I could re-print it here, but that isn’t the way I roll, folks. Take a few seconds and go read it. I’ll wait.)
Now go read it again. Think about what he’s saying. Feel what he’s trying to remind us of. Understand what he’s trying to teach us.
There will be days (like today, perhaps, or tomorrow) when all you want to do is lie down and take a nap. Remember when you wanted that pillow fort under your desk?
There will be days (see above) when you screw up and screw up bad and fail and you want to cry and punch something and run away and never come back.
We don’t just fail…
Abide the twin damnation-
To fail and know we fail.
…we KNOW we fail! And yet…
In spite of being broken,
Because of being broken
May rise and build anew
Stand up and build anew.
…and yet we try again.
Today might suck. Tomorrow might suck worse. But unless it kills us, we’ll get up and try again the day after that.
Kipling couldn’t say it in so many words, but it said it so much better in his words.
We’re badasses! Even when we don’t think we are.