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strange resolution; la segunda parte

Remember when I said I wasn't going to use emoticons or chat-speak for a whole year?  Well, I failed the emoticon portion about 40 days ago on day 50 or 51 of the New Year.  And yesterday (day 91) I failed the chat-speak part by typing "ttyl" when I was in a hurry.

G.A.H.A.C.K.N.E.I.N.

(^^that should be a newly-coined term for frustration)

On one hand, I feel like I'm not upset enough.   Good gracious, I didn't get past 100 days before messing up BOTH parts of the resolution.

On the other hand, I feel like I'm over-reacting, because I'm forgetting the purpose of my resolution.  I'm training myself not to depend on using emoticons to express my feelings textually and not to be so lazy as to omit all letters possible in a conversation... which I have done fairly well for the most part.

Another part of the resolution I didn't expect to learn about, was to press on even after a downfall.

I think this is a big problem for many young people (perhaps for the less young, too, but I can't say)... at least among those I know.

Some think that if we messed up once, it's over.  There's no overcoming the problem.  The world has come to an end.  We'll never amount to anything... ever.

I think it's a bigger demonstration of character, when you determine to continue, even after making a mistake.  Maybe you didn't get through your project perfectly, but it takes more "umph" to get through the endeavour, if you've messed up, and you still want everything to turn out well or least to a high standard.  It takes strength and humility to admit you've messed up and STILL aspire toward great goals.

Sure, if you get through perfectly, you've accomplished something, but to get through imperfectly, having failed, been discouraged, distracted, or disengaged early on, and then persevering with full strength, depicts another form of victory.

I myself need to learn this lesson.

~CJ

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