Have I ever truly failed at something?

Not really, and that might be the problem.

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Recently, I was asked if I had ever failed at anything, and my answer was not in a very long time.

Since then, I have been reflecting on my answer. With time to think on it, my answer is slightly different as I don’t think I’ve ever really failed at something I’ve thrown my heart and soul into.

I keep working at an activity, task or skill until I succeed or I reach a point where I can quit with at least a sense of accomplishment and learning.

For much of November, I have been feeling sad. To avoid this becoming an issue, I considered why I was experiencing this persistent level of unhappiness.

The answer is absolutely to do with my failure to meet my goal of self-publishing.

I need to come to a place of acceptance within this space of current failure. I say current because I believe I will eventually reach the point where my books are out in the world.

It’s not a matter of if but when and it’s the when that’s creating the problem.

What I have to get my head around is the timing.

I want my books to be good. I want anyone who reads them won’t hate them for technical reasons. I can live with them not being…