There was a time in my life when I stopped believing in myself. It was a time of desperation and silent resignation. I had given up. I had thrown in that proverbial towel in my mind and had relented to the fact that there were no good things yet to come. All hope was lost. I was decimated right down to the core. To say that it was a turbulent time in my life would be an understatement.
But eventually things changed. It didn’t happen overnight; it took years. But what I came to realize over time was that I never actually stopped believing in myself. Buried somewhere, deep down inside, was a passion that I simply didn’t know how to tap into consciously. It was hidden away behind a door with a locked key that only my subconscious had access to.
Although I had failed miserably, and many times over, I eventually recovered. Today, I wouldn’t have it any other way. wouldn’t want to go back and erase those failures, as hard as they were on me. I would do absolutely nothing differently. Through failure, life’s greatest lessons are learned. It’s through failure that we build a platform for great success. Read More