Meditation on Failure
It is always possible to accurately categorize our lives as a succession of failures. Here is a snapshot of my morning: I stayed up too late last night. I woke this morning earlier than I wanted to, but didn’t get out of bed until later than I wanted to. I’m short on sleep. My thoughts are bouncing between self-loathing and the pressure of some work projects so constantly on my mind that I kept dreaming about them. The baby is crying. I don’t know what shirt I’m going to wear