I’ll be completely honest with y’all…I have nothing profound, insightful, entertaining, or otherwise newsworthy to share this week. I thought about skipping the blog post altogether, but that would ruin my streak of 95 weeks in a row, so we can’t have that.
I decided instead to leave y’all with a poem that often inspires me when I’m feeling challenged or tired or even just misunderstood. I hope that, even if you don’t need its words now, you’ll remember them when you do!
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.