I’m a failure. I keep coming up short and missing the mark. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s also not something I’m ashamed to admit.
I wasn’t always comfortable with failure, and I’m still not. I don’t love letting people down and I’m not a big fan of my shortcomings. But I’m learning to appreciate them and share them more for my sake and the sake of others.
I used to be the person who wouldn’t swing unless he could hit a home run.