Failure has been on my mind quite a bit these days. I was recently given an opportunity to show just how awesome I was in the professional sense. I studied, prepared, read, researched. I thought I was fully equipped to deliver a snapshot of my excellence. The time came...and I choked. It didn't help that I had only slept four hours the night before - an excuse - but you'd think that as you get older you can contain those nervous jitters. Misery, inadequacy, the emotional exercise of berating myself have lingered. I did the post-incident replay in my mind and dissected just where I fell flat on my face. I focused so much on the areas I thought were my weaknesses that I completely neglected the very things that were my strengths. Without a doubt I fell, but I'd like to hope that I fell through a trap door to another place. Perhaps a reset back to what is authentically me.