I didn’t know there was something wrong with me until second grade. A girl in my class looked at my hands and told me I had sausage fingers.
Tag: <span>Humble</span>
Last week, I teared up when a comment left on my Finally-2024 post surprised me. Lately, I have been wondering if I should continue blogging. Is it worth it, and what have I accomplished with it?
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds.
Last week I lost a job and a customer, and with it around $1,500. The money is not what hurts, it’s the feeling of failure and defeat. Have I done everything right? Could I have it done better?