Some pretty awful, devastating things can (and will) happen to us in life. At the time they can seem overwhelmingly traumatic, and I don’t want to minimize the pain they can cause. But these events ultimately show us what we are made of. Do we learn from them and move on? Or do they haunt us and come to define who we are? You are not your failures.
I guess my point here is this: looking back over the arc of my life, there were many things I thought were devastating at the time that in hindsight really weren’t all that important.
I’d like to say that I always learned something profound from my mistakes but the truth is more like I slowly, bit by bit, stumbled my way through life’s lessons and figured out how it all works.
Your chances to redeem yourself aren’t over until you’re dead. In the meantime, prepare for a lifetime of getting banged up, picking yourself up off the floor and getting back in the saddle.