Does "bad luck" seem to plague you and follow you wherever you go with seemingly no end in sight? [I Am Afraid of Failure]

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All the time

Most of the time

Some of the time

None of the time. My life is peachy perfect.

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That stems from my childhood. My parents, classmates, schoolmates and other adults would blast me out whenever I failed. I felt lower than a snake's belly. I struggled for years with a VERY low self esteem and felt I was worthless as a milk bucket under a BULL.
When I ventured off to college, I did the same with myself. Whenever I did something the wrong way or out of carelessness or even when accidents happened, I'd bang my fist against the wall or some other object which happened to be "in the line of fire." It took me the better part of two decades to even begin to think even a little something of myself.
Today, things are a tad better but I still frustrate myself and have a hard time dealing with it.
Even this past weekend, I stumbled around in the dark to find the light switch of the dinning room. I turned on the light, grabbed the thing I was looking for, turned the light off and in my rush for the door, ran right into my cement wall, braking my glasses and cutting the side of my eye and upper cheek. I was so upset, I screamed and banged my hand against the wall. I'm sure the wall didn't feel a thing but I was bleeding. After placing direct pressure on the wound, as I learned in jr high school, the bleeding stopped but the area swelled. I placed a band-aid on it and waited until morning to check it. I felt a sense of relief to know it was only a scratch, howbeit a three deep ones.
I am improving at accepting myself "warts and all" though these things happen to me almost on a daily basis.

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@ spank: You know, sometimes just reframing a situation and changing one's perspective can do a lot. For instance, maybe it's not so much that you're plagued with bad luck; maybe you're just keenly attuned to mishaps and the like. To be fair, you can't really rush through doorways in darkened rooms without expecting something to happen.

We are - all of us - full of mistakes. I personally think learning to laugh at ourselves is one of the wisest and most freeing things we can learn as we get older. Some people seem to move through life more gracefully, and maybe they do. But we ALL have skills, talents and luck unique to us and our circumstances. We just have to listen closely and fall in line with the rhythm of our own music.

Like you, if there's an obstacle I'll hit it, a step and I'll fall down it, a low-hanging item and I'll run into it. I don't win contests or games of chance. I've never been "picked out of a crowd" or had such luck befall me I couldn't believe my good fortune. But I have a different sort of luck. I've had to save all mine up for a few truly threatening situations in which the outcomes were decidedly undetermined. My personal luck is saved for survival, and I'm okay with that. They can keep their free cookware and I'll invest in Band-Aids.

You only need to find your luck. Try not to be resistant to it. Luck and good fortune float through the air; but you have to believe you're allowed to reach up and grab some for yourself. You deserve all the goodness the universe has to offer, just the same as anyone else. Next time you find yourself lamenting your bad luck, ask yourself what small lesson has just presented itself to you as a gift. Good luck, and take it from me, wear shoes; enough broken toes will teach you a thing or two.