Failure.
It’s part of life.
I’ve heard it said: you need to learn to fail if you want to succeed.
That failing makes you better.
I haven’t failed much in my life.
I don’t say that to be cocky or arrogant. I just have never been used to losing.
And that is exactly what failure feels like.
For the most part my sports teams were winners. I’ve always been good at almost everything I’ve picked up. I taught myself guitar and photography. I succeeded in school. I never applied to a college I didn’t get into. I graduated with a high GPA. I had a job out of college. I’ve been promoted and had business success.
You get the idea.
I’m not bragging. I’m just stating facts.
Another fact of this is that recently: I failed.
I won’t go into detail but I had a great opportunity and I failed to capitalize.
I know from here there are two directions. You can let failure define you. Or you can let failure motivate you.
The desire to prove them wrong has to outweigh the acceptance that they we’re right.
I’m not used to being in this position. I don’t like this position. But I can promise that from here on out I will do everything in my power to make sure I don’t find it again.
Failure is a part of winning.
I can’t be scared of it, but I also can’t let it be acceptable.
And I fully expect I will fail again.
Until then, for me, there’s only one way to go.
And there is only one way to get there.