I fail a lot. Grief sneaks in behind my gratitude and steals my thanks. Anger sucker punches my empathy and wrecks what I’m building. Jealousy pushes on the bruises of my past and delays healing. I race to the nearest point of comfort which is usually junk food and suddenly I feel as though I’ve slid back to the bottom of the ladder, just when the last rung was a step away.
It’s ok. You don’t have to feel good about, but you do have to feel it. Allow yourself to recognize the failure instead of masking it with any assortment of cover-up. Then, you learn and each subsequent failure doesn’t bottom you out. Through our recognition and through our accountability to learning, we are always redeemed.
Let it be!