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When is Failure Finally Enough?
And how it negatively impacts my life.
My life has been full of failure. So full that it’s overflowing and is seeping into the carpeting.
I sat for more than three minutes, trying to come up with something positive in my life right now, and I couldn’t. I sound like a hugely negative person, but I’m not, Really.
I want life to be” “happily ever after” and Deadpool riding unicorns.
But it’s far from that way. No unicorns. No Deadpool. Instead, we get depression, because the latest great idea just took a dump. Again.
When is enough, enough?
How many great ideas for failed projects is this in a row? Fifteen? Eighteen? I lost count in the mid-single digits. All I know is that it’s too many.
And with each failure, my self-esteem takes another step closer to the edge of the cliff. At this rate, I’ll definitely be at the bottom by the end of the week.
What’s my problem? One is that I’m autistic and doing things the normal way doesn’t always work for me. I sometimes have to find a little different way to communicate, and traditional “signs” like a wink or a nod can get lost on me very easily.
I try to put the individual failed dream out of my head ASAP, but I can still…
