I have failed. So much that at one point in time it affected my attitude towards life. I have doubted myself many times. I failed at the first blog last year. I had no idea what I was doing. Failed to progress through the ranks because I made the mistake of comparing myself to others.
I wondered why my peers were doing so well. I wondered how my evaluations said I was doing a stellar job, but my mind interpreted it to be something else negative. Sure, I was surrounded by some great achievers and I pushed myself half halfheartedly. But as I wrote in yesterday’s post I began to place myself in environments with people who knew how to succeed. People who showed me that failing was a part of the process and was needed in all of our lives. Necessary to learn life’s lessons.
For years I seriously was under the illusion that some people caught all the breaks in life. To me from the outside it looked like they had it all together and never failed at anything. Little did I know that they did fail. A lot. Some publicly, but mostly privately. The only difference between them and me? They treated the lesson as part of the journey. They treated their life more like a marathon rather than a hundred meter race. They stumbled sometimes throughout that marathon, but each mile they tried to improve from the last. Learning from their mistakes.
Since 2007 I have been on the correct journey. Successes have been plentiful. Attitude has totally adjusted. I am slowly closing the chapter on one part of my life and ready to start on a new marathon in the civilian world. I know life is hard and I don’t see through rose-colored glasses. I see clearly that nothing is impossible and I have a purpose. A purpose to succeed in my own way.