The Exquisite Joy of Failing

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I read an agony aunt column in the newspaper today. A woman wrote about how inadequate she felt compared to the rest of her family, who she said were all high achievers. The woman was fifty. She had been made redundant from her job and to redeem her low confidence, she thought she would write. She joined a creative writing group but to her dismay she found there were other writers she thought were better than her. Too, she felt only…