I tried my best, and humbly, I think I had some real talent.
There’s seven billion people on this planet and the only way I hurt them is to impose my own choices on them. The only way I hurt ME is to impose my choices on others.
I like some of my mistakes discolored, disdainful, and completely devoid of moral implications, thank you very much.
It’s not in order, but they’re there.
We’ve done it over and over. We trust someone too easily, and are led to believe that each time we do, we are somehow veering away from committing the same mistakes.
I woke up in jail with cuts and bruises all over my face and charges of assaulting two police officers.
The way I see it, so long as we’re getting out there and learning from what didn’t go right the first time around, we’re only helping ourselves through gaining the knowledge and wisdom that can be passed onto others.
Nitpicking stifles creativity.
I learned how to deal with, picky and angry clients, how to write about something I have zero prior knowledge of (hazardous waste is not exactly a popular topic) and I even sat in on planning sessions to watch an entire campaign play out.
The worst mistake I made in my first business is that we were profitable.