Leaning into the times I felt like a failure and giving those feelings of being a failure some acknowledgment is gratifying. I am not stupid and I was failing in life. I was right in the moment. Although I could easily make a day now look exactly like a day during failure on the outside, I could not possibly feel like a failure in this moment on the inside. Either something, nothing or everything feels different in moments. But in the aggregate… that truth of failure no longer consumes my existence. The battle continues.