Detours

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.