Have you ever wanted something so badly that you’d do almost anything to achieve it? Have you ever been so close to such a thing that you could taste it?
When I was about 30 years old, I wanted to be a successful newspaper publisher for a large company. I wanted to be the “wunderkind” who people in the company whispered about — the one who everybody expects to be running the company soon.
A big newspaper chain hired me. I entered the company’s three-year publisher training program, but I was deemed ready to run a newspaper after just 10 months. I was promoted to be the editor and publisher of a small newspaper that published three times a week.
I was on top of the world. I was going to amaze everybody with what I could do. I was going to publish a high-quality newspaper for the people of the town and make money for the owners of my company. My employees were going to love me. We were going to do great things together. I was going to be on the fast track to running the company one day.
Just a year later, I quietly resigned and left town. I felt like a failure. Very little went right for me. I didn’t get along with the regional vice president who supervised my area. We fought over everything. My staff didn’t especially like me. I had to fire several people.
Mostly, though, I simply didn’t fit. I was an outsider who didn’t belong in this place. The people of the town didn’t like me — and I didn’t like them.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night with this failure on my mind — and I suddenly realized that I never had a chance.

In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral
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If you can’t change your life story, that narrative will become destiny
There’s a lot to complain about, but miracle is so much goes right
A reminder to friends of liberty: Others don’t understand our beliefs
Why am I disappointed in others, when my secret sins lay hidden?
Words I wrote as idealistic teen suggest I’m still the same inside
Romantic interest no easier now than it was for me in sixth grade
I was a terrible preacher, because cookie-cutter truth seemed empty