It’s one of our worst fears. The endless pursuit of perfection in all we do. When we fail to reach that mythical ideal, what happens? We turn on ourselves. We beat ourselves up. We tell ourselves all kinds of stories about why we aren’t good enough.
But here’s my question. Do we ever really fail? If we can tease out some positive, some lesson we learned from the experience that helps us grow, is it still a failure?
It’s all in how you choice to frame it.