Well, I finally did it; I failed.
2019 is the year I failed. I failed a couple of classes. I failed to post consistently. Even though I was taken back by this new concept of failure, I am okay with failing. I am glad that I failed. Despite failing, I still have the same hopes and dreams. Here I am, still working towards my degree, still making time to write. I am going to have to work even harder, but I am not giving up. And now, I know which habits are working for me and which ones I need to change.
I have accepted that I failed. I feel like people thought poorly of me when I mentioned failing. Accepting it was not easy. I could have tried harder, but there comes the point when you know that no matter what you do, you are still going to fail. I am all for being optimistic, but sometimes reality is not. Trying harder would have been a waste of time and energy.
Sometimes it is okay to cut your losses early and focus on what does have a chance. It is just a matter of knowing how to move on. I am okay with failing because I know that failing does not mean that I cannot be successful. Don’t get me wrong; I was terrified of failing. The concept is relatively new to me, especially when it comes to school. But I know that life will go on, and there is no use in me pitying myself.