The Best Worst Thing That Could Ever Happen

There it is. The finish line. The achievement. It’s RIGHT THERE….

But you trip. You fall. Lying flat on your back, you grumble, “Now what?” Deflated, and frustrated, you realize there’s only one way to finish. The sprint is done, but the race is not.

You learn from both the race and the fall, and fail forward. Maybe you won’t make the medal stand, but you can still close some distance with the finish.

Sometimes, just moving toward that line and applying what you learned is the prize.