I failed to commit to my five-day string of blog updates last week. I chastise myself for not living up to a simple task.
I failed to excel at work, and I almost lost my job for it.
I’ve also failed keeping my résumé up-to-date.
I failed at good friendship.
I’ve failed to listen.
I’ve failed to learn.
I’ve failed to cry, when my head and gut combined to feel absolute guilt and sadness.
I failed to be cognizant of my scheduling, and I overbooked myself this weekend. That is typical. My hopes to help a friend move were not ignored, but it just didn’t happen.
I failed at organization.
I failed to acknowledge the routes I drive. Until last night, I failed to acknowledge I drive on a road of Memory Lane, but the route is reversed. It was our first New Years Eve together and in the company of [your] friends, and I fit in. It’s when I fit in, and felt comfortable fitting in. Yet, as time passed, there was discomfort with fitting in. However, that night I gave into a cliché, accepted it, and enjoyed it–it was our first New Year’s Kiss.
I failed to stay true to myself.
I failed to smile.
I failed to acknowledge.
I’ve failed to ignore, now that I think about it.
I failed to drink enough water.
I failed to work out as much as I said that I would.
I failed to eat healthy for a few meals.
I’ve failed to do many things.
I failed imperfection.
I will continue to fail.
I will continue to learn.