I’ve been nursing some ill thoughts since the weekend. A work meeting with colleagues didn’t go so well and despite all my efforts, I went home feeling my best wasn’t enough.
Being left with the short end of the stick many times over can be tiresome. It’s certainly debilitating when I let those pretty nasty thoughts stay in my head. It’s ironic though how it is precisely during these moments when staying in the rut can easily become my comfort zone.
Wouldn’t it be comfortable to nurse my hurt ego? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to point fingers and blame others for the hurt they inflicted on me? Wouldn’t it make me feel more secure if I stayed in my corner and not do a thing?
BANG! The moment of truth comes... so I failed.
But then I remember someone telling me years ago...
Failure is the only way to success.
How is that possible?
