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  • I used to hide my failures. Sweeping them under rugs and couches and beds. Throwing them into the depths of closets or in the farthest reaches of basements. I couldn’t look upon them; their surfaces, though rough, reflected too much back to me. They made me feel small and off centre. In their presence I perceived myself as squished or squat; anything but stately. In them I perceived myself as... failure. So I hid them; refusing to acknowledge their existence.

    Then one day I decided it was time to tackle that closet. Rather than cleaning I found myself revisiting past failures, dusty lumps rolled into the light. The failures that seemed so large crumbled in my hands like dry soil; leaving little gems. I held them up to the light and was astonished... in these ‘failures’ was lightness... right in the middle... begging to be plucked out of the mess.

    Soon I went to ripping my house apart. Pulling up rugs and turning over mattresses. I felt like a miner. Each failure I got my mind around crumbled into a small ‘knowing.’ These gems added up, a small pile began to form. I then began arranging them...

    In the end I decided, like all gems, they are best as adornments. So I fashioned them into a Crown.
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