Coming to terms with our own failure isn’t easy. Failing once is one thing. But failing a few times at the same thing brings with it a whole heap of questions: am I doing the right thing? Am I in the right place? Is it a sign from the universe to stop and change course? I got my results yesterday for an important board registration exam that I did last week—and I failed. Again. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. This physiotherapy registration certificate was my ticket to freedom in many ways. On the other side of it is more financial freedom, more job opportunities, more security for me (and for my future unborn children), more recognition, more personal validation. I had so much weight hanging onto this one thing that was going to course-correct my life and give all this hardship some meaning.