Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child’s loss of a doll and a king’s loss of a crown are events of the same. – Mark Twain
All risk risks rejection. The sting of criticism can create a spiral of shame. Bitten by shame, it is easy to become embittered, to shrink back from life and slide towards despair. I do not allow myself this dangerous luxury. Faced with hostility I turn within for spiritual comfort, reminding myself I am a child of the Universe, worthy of love, care and respect. Aware of my vulnerability, I treat myself gently with the same care I would extend to an injured friend. My dignity is grounded in my spiritual identity. I hold my worth in the face of hostility. I am unshaken by the sting of personal assault. I allow my heart to be a fortress. My spirit is like the face of a mountain proud and bright in the sun.
Today, I stand firm in my own worthiness. My dignity is solid and enduring. My faith is the rock on which I build my life. I dare to risk and I risk my daring. I am large enough to survive my losses and enjoy my gains.
"All Risk Risks Rejection" from Transitions, pg 57-58