Sometimes success brings detours. I had my life (this semester) planned around
failure, but success came along and changed everything. Never did I imagine
passing a math class on my first attempt, but it happened. Maybe the amazing professor deserves all the
credit, but I also worked my butt off, literally coming to tears.
I’ve gotten use to disappointments and failures over the
years, especially pertaining to mathematics.
Something so…. easy for some, and yet a complete challenge for me. Not all will admit publicly their “failures”,
but I have. I’ve shared my frustration
not to get sympathy, but just for the sake of sharing and releasing to the universe
feelings of inadequacy.
However, I don't sit still absorbing a defeat, but rather, do something about it. I seek help, look for alternatives, accept failure, learn from it, be at peace and move on. Failure is neither good nor bad, but I don't want it to define me. Failure is what it is and necessary, just like success.
There’s a difference
between being a complete failure and just failing at something. In my case, I’ve failed not for not trying,
but for a failed education system that passed me along and didn’t really
prepare me for the future. No matter
what public school administrators say, education is not equal. Ironically I’ve ended up working in the
public schools and have witnessed the failures of the system till this day.
Not sure how success is really measure by most people, but I’ve
been able to accomplish a few things here and there. I’m a caring person and go out of my way to
help others- is that success? I haven’t
accumulated money or wealth, but have earned love and to some point, respect. I live
an honest life and try to leave this world a bit better off each day.
On to other things:
Two and a half months after starting my diet, I’ve lost 26
lbs.! These past 2 weeks have been
stressful and I’ve been tested, but the plan is still there. My hope is to keep losing and moving on to
phase 2 next month.
