Perfectionism

I am such a perfectionist. In myself, in the things I do in my life. Failure of any kind grates on me. Especially if it's something that I really want and worked hard for. I just hate it. I know that failures are just obstacles that I need to go through in life, but I hate it. Sometimes I can accept, sometimes it takes a while before I can accept it. I know life can't be lived with successes only, there must failures. I know that. Still, I hate it. I think I've been better at accepting it... but that doesn't mean that I can accept it easily. Mostly, I just keep all my emotions under wraps and think of everything logically.

What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
Failures are just opportunities waiting to happen (I think I just made that up...).
It's not how many times you've fallen that counts, what matters is how many times you get up after you've fallen.

Well, ladies and gents... I'm guessing I'm supposed to be pretty strong right now, filled with opportunities, and brushing off the dirt from my fall.