I will, at times, fail. And the more I push myself the more failure I’ll tally—so optimally I’m failing at things semi-regularly.

That’s a tough pill to swallow, as no one (even someone who believes what I believe about the necessity of failure) likes to fail. It doesn’t feel good, it can trigger anxieties, it can even make us question our worth.

I try to work this failure-related self-knowledge into my rituals and routines so that the failures hurt a little less, and so I’m in a good spot...