When I was young, I saw myself as a Golden Child who could do no wrong. I was going to be fabulously successful and wealthy and powerful.
I started achieving early in life and I expected great things ahead of me. But when my newspaper company failed just before I turned 30, I was crushed. I didn’t handle the loss well. It turned out that after my facade of success and perfection was stripped away, there wasn’t much that was healthy underneath.
It was a painful lesson, but I learned that we are all broken in some way. Until you finally fail — and learn the lessons you need to learn — you have no hope of becoming the person you need to be. And you’re not going to find healthy and lasting love until you get vulnerable enough to be broken with the right partner.
It’s not an easy lesson, but the alternative is miserable.