How I Calmed The Failure Tiger Nipping At My Heels

For all of my 20s and much of my 30s there was a failure tiger nipping at my heels. No matter how fast I ran, it was still there — hot breath, sharp teeth and a whispered growl promising a bleak future. The beast was born from a mix of personal insecurities and childhood trauma. An idea that I had opted into an industry that was waiting to spit me out as soon as I messed up. And that as I reached my mid 40s, the fall would be inevitable based on hitting irrelevance in an industry that valued youth and code. The stories of similar knocking down of men in other…