Failure
I sometimes admit to myself that I’m not perfect. Sometimes I admit it more often than it makes me comfortable. We (including me) are almost always failing at something whether it’s messing up a corporate takeover or simply forgetting to mail a letter. Most of the time we put these things out of our minds and carry on.
Sometimes, though, failure lands on your head and leaves a nasty welt. And then, while you’re holding your head in pain, you need to clean things up to prevent the failure from growing any larger. This is the position I find myself in today and I hate it.
I wish I could write more, but I can’t.
March 8th, 2005 at 10:17 pm
We’ve been commenting to each other on the art of the blog, what to tell and what not to tell. I’ve been debating a lot lately whether to write about my own issues/neuroses/obsessions/worries… ie. the things I don’t like so much about myself. It’s nice to read someone else suffering the same way. Hang in there. It’s OK to be miserable about failure. It’s also OK to compliment the dozens of unnoticed successes through your day. Give yourself some positive self-talk. “Good job, Jay. You did a really good job of not blowing up the computer just now.”
March 13th, 2005 at 9:21 am
Well, that episode passed quickly enough. Thanks for the words… but if it were that easy we’d all be “normal”.