why i welcome failure and rejection

I’ve failed at lots of things. Year 8 textiles for example. I can’t sew on a button, nor do I remember any of the parts of a sewing machine that my teacher so persistently tried to make me learn. I’ve failed the odd maths exam. I failed my learner’s driving test the first time round….

when there is nowhere left to hide

Have you ever felt raw and exposed as though your protective layers of carefully crafted social behaviour have been ripped away and there is just you standing there, naked and vulnerable for the world to see? I’ve been feeling like that a fair bit over the last week. And whilst I’m learning a lot, I…