Losing Small, Winning Big!

Here’s a confession: I’ve lost more times than I can remember. Not epic, dramatic losses.. Just the small, annoying kind. The job interview that I didnt crack. The project I thought would shine but fizzled out. The “brilliant” idea that turned out… not so brilliant. At one point, I used to beat myself up over these. Now, I’m learning to see them differently.

Sometimes I wonder if these small losses are not failures at all, but part of some invisible preparation. Maybe losing ten times is what clears the noise so that the three or four real wins stand out. But if I’m honest, in the middle of those losses, it doesn’t feel like preparation. It feels heavy. It feels like, “Why me again?” And yet, when one of those rare wins does come, it almost feels like life saying, “See, this is why you kept going.”

But honestly, I don’t know if I’ve figured out how to embrace losing small yet.. Some days I can laugh it off, some days it stings deeper than I’d like to admit.. Do you feel that too? That tug between frustration and hope?

What if the small losses are not detours but part of the road itself? Or maybe they’re just random bumps with no grand meaning at all.. how do we even know? And when those rare big wins finally come, are they sweeter because of the stumbles, or in spite of them? how does it feel?

Sometimes I wonder if I’m learning, or just circling around the same lessons until they sink in. Do you ever feel that way - that life is repeating itself until you finally catch on? Or maybe the point isn’t catching on at all, but just staying with the questions, even when there are no clear answers.. do you think on these lines too?

Would love to hear back what you think!