I hate failure.
More to the point, I fear failure. It’s a major disruption to the carefully structured images we create for ourselves, those beautiful Greek-statue marbled facades from whence we derive so much self-assurance and self-worth.
But, alas, ladies and gentlemen, failure is inevitable in this life, in our work, in our relationships, so we best gird our loins.
The sneaky good news, though, is that failure generally fails to destroy us. Yes, this is failure’s dirty little secret. You may be scraped up after a bruising setback, or even crumpled up in a heap on the floor for a while - but know this: you will survive. You will get up the next day, or the next week, and go back into the ring. In fact, there is usually something good that comes from failure – like, your next breakthrough, for instance.