Remember young padawan even Batman fell down …

Image“And why do we fall, Bruce? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.” ~ Thomas Wayne

Failure. Setbacks. Disappointment. It’s all as much a part of our lives as triumph, accomplishment, even victory – it’s just not as welcomed. Yet, there are those who say, “you cannot enjoy real success without having suffered defeat”, just like it is said, “one cannot truly learn to love without also having endured heartache”. Trite maybe, but true.

I received some rather discouraging news today and I’m faltering on where to go next. I have never been one to give up, or be hindered by obstacles – like most mortals I’ve been dealt my fair share of gloom and have had moments where I had to choose between dusting myself off, standing back up and trying again or accepting the agony of defeat and crawling into a corner to cry my eyes out – and most times I have been able to kinder a new spirit, shall we say, and forge forward with determination and strength of mind. Admittedly, some of those times took longer than others, but still … I have always been a fighter …

But. Today I am undecided. There is a corner, a bottle of wine and a box of Kleenex calling my name like the sirens beckoned to Odysseus and, like the ancient Greek King, I don’t know that I can resist.

Then again … I remember what Batman’s father said to him … still I have learned and I have picked myself up time, and time again and this time, I just don’t know if I have the strength. I am crushed – I admit it.

Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt: State of Your Year – “How is this year shaping up so far? Write a post about your biggest challenges and achievements thus far.”

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Now, to be fair, this is a repost from a few years ago – one that I reread this morning and one that has me stumped. Because I have absolutely no idea whatsoever what bad news I received nor what had me wanting to play Russian Roulette with the devil and a bottle (or two) of wine. My point being – and in sticking directly with today’s prompt … it doesn’t really matter what was wrong. It doesn’t matter what sidelined me or had me so twisted that I may have contemplated throwing in the towel. It doesn’t matter because – as I pointed out in the post – I am a fighter. And tomorrow is always another day. And no matter how horrible your day is, or your year for that matter, at some point it will get better … don’t believe me? Then start writing about your bad days and in a few years, when you look back at them you’ll understand … hell, just ask Batman.

8 Comments

  1. Scarlett O’Hara said it best, “I won’t think about that now. I’ll think about it tomorrow, after all tomorrow is another day.” Wallow in it girl. Roll in it. Absorb every bit of self pity you can muster. Then get your ass up tomorrow.

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