When you fail again & again & again, all you learn is to be grateful. Grateful for all the times you’ve been pushed down to your knees and had not only to pick, but almost, so to speak, scoop yourself up off the floor and find strength to move on. How many times will I be told I’m not good enough, rejected, criticized, attacked? Most likely wayyyy more often than I’ll be praised, approved, accepted and met with arms wide open. That’s the sour reality of a life of an artist. I thank god for all the wisdom I’ve gained, now if only I could get more patience and emotional strength to keep my chin up... One step at a time.