There have been many times---throughout the past few years, especially---when I have failed. Utterly failed. In "big" things and "small". In exercise routines and word counts.
Agent rejections became a regular visitor to my inbox.
Word documents were stowed away, never to travel or be seen by another set of eyes.
A relationship evolved into its unrecognizable, ugly stepsister.
Days were counted in Starbucks cups and fruit salads.
I gave up. Deleted. Threw in many linen towels.
Became a fragmented shell of myself.
Hit rock bottom, not knowing where things would lead, if all of the effort I put in was ever worth it.
Wished I could shrink down my dreams because maybe they were out of reach
But eventually, I moved on.
Realized that measuring life with accomplishments was nice but also quite transient and foolish.
Learned how failure served as a shovel, allowing me to dig towards a firmer peace and self-acceptance.
That maybe the key was to relish each step of the journey and as a result, detach from the destination.
So, here's a thank you