I’ve mentioned before that I don’t like failure.  It unsettles me.  It makes me feel less than.  You may have realized that I’m super critical of myself.  My idea of failure is sometimes different.  But I have a perfect example of a time that I failed miserably.  It’s not debatable.  It’s just a fact. I’ve been driving since I was like five.  No, my feet couldn’t reach the pedals.  But ya’ll know I was raised in the country.  It was just us out there.  When we were almost home, my mama would put me in her lap and let me “steer” us to the house.  I was thrilled! My aunt…