The next step

What goes up must come down. And when you go out on a limb, more often than not, you will be left out there to fall. When you show your ugly side, most people will not be attracted to it. Facts of life.

So how do we keep the courage to continue to keep off the masks? You stop, realize that life usually sucks more than doesn't and you trudge along. One thing I am learning in sales is that most people will say no. That remains true to dating. Thankfully I do not have to date each of my customers before they buy from me.

But as I continue, I realize that I have the option to take it in stride, realize it hurts--some failures more than others--and take the time to assess the pain and move on in time. As I laid on my shag rug last night in front of my space heater (there's something nostalgic about a space heater), I seriously thought that there should be a switch, a lesson learned and move on. But once again, I am wrong. So once again, I laid in front of my space heater and screamed out. Wanting the pain to stop. Trying to decide which self-medication form I would take to try to move on (fyi, it was music. Owl City to be precise).

And so the cycle starts again. This time with another lesson learned. And more known about me. And another branch that could not hold my weight.