Have you ever talked to someone who said they don't have regrets because all of their decisions led them to the place they are at, and the place they are at is right where they are supposed to be?
Yeah, I hate that guy.
And I have hated that sentiment for most of my life…
If I had to sum up the last two years of my personal life in one word, "failure" would be it.
In fact, I am sure there are several people (including a whole gaggle of people who used to call themselves my friend) who might use that as a descriptive term for me. And you know, they might not be wrong on a lot of levels.
I had a marriage that ended because of choices I made.
I had a business that subsequently folded.
I had client projects fizzle out.
I failed to meet my own standards.
To many people and to myself, I've been a failure.
I could easily write a story titled "How to Fail by Darrell", and it would sit in the non-fiction section of Barnes & Noble. People who know me could write reviews of how they'd been there when it happened or how they saw it coming.
And that story of failure has been one that has followed me my entire life.
The story I've been telling myself
I'm not sure exactly where I learned this story, but it stems so far back that I don't recall ever living inside of a different one.
Each circumstance of my life I look back on has a filter of failure; of not living up to potential; of missing an opportunity; of hurting someone I cared about; of momentarily winning before the inevitable demise.
You get the idea. Maybe you even resonate with it on some level. We've all had these stories.
But lately, I've been wanting to tell myself a new story because, frankly, I have been miserable living with the view that I always fuck everything up.