I spend a lot of time flying for work, and overhear a lot of conversations. Not long ago, I overheard a passenger talking about regret, and how it's a silent killer. That statement about regret immediately teleported me to 2013, when I had one of the toughest years in my career to date. I’d made a decision to work somewhere that paid extremely well, but no amount of money had prepared me for how difficult that year would be. When I thought back on it, I felt like I wasn't strong enough, wasn't good enough, and was clearly a bad decision maker. I prayed. I cried. I tried so many things to make myself feel better. I felt like I was the furthest thing from perfect!
When things go wrong or do not go as planned, why is our first instinct to put ourselves down?