Honestly, I think lately I cringe more at others’. I try to come away from judgement, and it’s really not this sense of superiority that makes me do it. It’s more a sense of compassion… that “oh man, I did that before, and I’m watching you fuck up all over the place like I did. It’s a shame you won’t listen to anyone…” or maybe the foresight of what they’re going to go through, as a result of whatever fuck up it was. I’d love to say that I’ve come to this perfectly zen space where I embrace success and failure equally, but I still struggle with leaving the past where it belongs. I know and have experienced many, many times the power of a mistake and what I can learn, but in the moments, in the time, it’s so hard to remember that. I suppose it is the ego fighting to remain strong. I really love the idea that there simply are no mistakes. To me, it’s what makes the most sense. There are detours, there are paths that do not serve you, but ultimately, we are all dancers in the cosmic ballet, and with dedication, discipline, and focus…we all find our rhythm.

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