The Surprising Truth About Failure That Took Me Years to Accept—and How It Changed Everything
My mentor would say, “Tell me what went wrong before you tell me what went right.”
It forced me to name my mistakes out loud without softening them or making excuses.
At first, it felt vulnerable. But over time, it became freeing.
When you’re honest about your failures, you stop spending energy hiding them. You can focus on fixing them instead.
I use this in my monthly personal retrospectives now.
I review what worked and what didn’t. Not to grade myself, but to notice patterns.
Am I overcommitting again? Am I avoiding a conversation I need to have? Am I letting perfectionism slow me down?
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