Failure

There are seasons in life. This is a season of failure for me. It all started sometime last year. I realized that I had lost every game. Every match. Every competition I was involved in. Pickup games of basketball, UNO, rock-paper-scissors.
lose. loss. lose again.
A few weekends ago I stayed in a cabin near a lake. I played bags against my brother-in-law. Chalk up another loss.

I started grad school this fall. The adviser insisted that I start with the most difficult class first because, "you teach AP English and the majority of this class is writing". I've bombed every section of the paper assignment for the class thus far.

I don't know that I completely understand why seasons are necessary. But I do know this---You can't fail if you don't try.

I had to enroll in grad school to fail this class, and
I had to challenge Marty in bags to ever lose against him.

I'd rather make a failed attempt at greatness than never know whether I had "the stuff".

At this point I think it's safe to say: I don't have "the stuff".