Im sure Im not the only one that hates failure.
It makes me feel small, insecure and like I cant do anything
right. It almost makes me want to climb in bed with an endless supply of series
& popcorn.
I get angry with myself: angry for reacting too harshly. I get frustrated with myself for not
seeing this coming, for making the wrong decision. I keep thinking that I
should have known better.
At night, when I lie in bed listening to the night sounds
around me – my failures haunt me. The people I’ve hurt by speaking too harshly,
by saying something that was better left unsaid and the relationships that
failed.
I lay in bed, haunted by my failures.
Mornings bring new beginnings, and for a moment the tree
outside my window soothes my soul.
Perhaps I’ll do better today.
I’ll try to be kinder.
To listen better.
To encourage, love and understand.
