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100 Sad Days: Day 24; Failure

The sense of failure can be on different scales. Big or small the feeling never goes away and is always there just nudging us constantly in the head. It might as well be shouting "loser" at the top of it's voice.

Today I feel like I have failed as I haven't managed to find anyone to help with the ice bucket challenge, I was meant to have a pamper session but it was cancelled AND I have eaten bread despite saying I wouldn't as I desperately need to lose weight. 

However it can often be on a greater scale. I can look at my life and see what I have achieved and then see what I have done with it. I have a degree and a Masters and now earn a wage that doesn't pay my bills. I don't own a home (well I am on the mortgage to my marital home but that is a battle I seem incapable of winning).  I think I will stop there as this isn't a pity rant. It's just a blog post!

The feeling of failure is overwhelming sometimes. It makes me bow my head in shame. I fail at the smallest hurdles and fall at silly fences. The only time I know I haven't failed is when I look at my beautiful daughter. Although, inside, I know I fail her regularly too.
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