Failure is the lesson

I don’t believe we ever truly fail until we give up.

For me, nothing can prevent me from achieving my purpose. My jobs have provided for me and kept a roof over my head; it was once simply work.

I kept trying different types of jobs until I found one that resonated enough with my life purpose.

Given I spend eight or more hours a day working five days a week at minimum, I want to spend my life well.

Dysgraphia made it difficult to write by hand, but then computers came along.

Eventually, adaptive technology allowed me to dictate my thoughts into pages, have them transcribed into speech-to-text, and then have the text read back to me so I could correct my errors.

I worked in industries where my skills were appreciated, including oral communication, vast processing, knowledge retention, metacognition, and crisis management, to name a few.

I never hide perceived weaknesses. I celebrated them. I surrounded myself with people with strengths that I lacked.

I have consistently worked to improve my writing and reading as a dyslexic.

I never let others decide my contribution. I possess skills that others lack, and they have skills I do not. I can choose to desire their skills, improve mine, or rely on my strengths. There has never been an option for me but to pursue the best version of myself through ongoing self-improvement.

We each bring a unique perspective. Celebrate yours and don’t see failure as the end but as an opportunity to grow and change.

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