Failure and I have had a love hate relationship all my life. For a long time I thought failure was all around me - I had too many jobs, that was a failure. I was unhappy a bit too often, that was failure as well.

Not so. I realized after enough self-inflicted wounds that what I was seeing as failure - was actually me succeeding through pretty daunting odds. Me turning one mother of a sow's ear into a silk purse. Me overcoming yet another obstacle, not brought about by indecision but by a willingness to run face first into the fire and beat it as best I could. And I did. Now I am rewriting my history of "failures" and putting a different light on it. And when failure and I meet up now and then, we share a beer, some laughs and a parting hug until next time. Funny how things change.

Great article, my friend. 😊👏