Pick yourself up. Dust yourself down.

Pick yourself up. Three little words. Easy to say. Physically easy to do, most of the time. Mentally, not so. It has taken me over 33 years to realise that after a fall, only you can pick yourself up and dust yourself down in the murky depths of your mind. I’m talking about quite a literal fall too. What I view as my first big failure. Numerous ‘failures’ have come and gone in the meantime, but this occasion was the springboard to my life of subsequent metaphorical falls, and I have come to the realisation that I may have meandered down a path that day that has perhaps determined my…