She felt as though nothing she did turned out right. She felt as though the things she was putting in – time, hope, energy, passion, money, ideas – would run out before anything good happened. She felt she would never get where she wanted to be. But every failure was another handful of sand, dropped at her feet. Every failure was pressure and heat and time. And so here she stands, on a bedrock of things that didn't work out. It is strong enough to hold her, high enough to help her reach.

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