I was going to have completed my series of posts on the subject of fear before sharing this but since I haven't finished writing it and it's Poetry Friday, I'll start with the poem first.
It Couldn't Be Done
by Edgar Albert Guest
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he tried.
The rest of the poem can be found here.
I don't know that if I buckle in with a bit of a grin and start to sing as I tackle the thing I will succeed. But sure seems like the right attitude.
Happy Friday and enjoy more poetry over at Karen Edmisten's.