I was the quitting smoker of the guitar world. I had tried time and time again to learn the guitar. Try as I might, I was not been able to tame the elusive lute. Constantly picking up the habit then quitting when I wasn’t making the progress I expected.
So, you tried a challenge and you failed. Miserably.
Your rocket blew up all over the launch pad.
Your dream of killer abs, guitar greatness, or writing the Great American Novel are scattered across a debris field.
It’s over, you just can’t do it. You’re not cut out for this. This always happens.
Have you seen Survivorman? The cable TV challenge where a dude lives in the wild for 10 days with nothing but some bubble gum, a wad of dental floss, and a pocket knife. What about the one where the TV producers abandon a couple of strangers, opposite in sex, in the wilderness? Oh, yeah they’re buck-naked and have to survive on their own for 3 weeks?