If At First You Don’t Succeed

Today is the first day of October. A new day, and the beginning of a new month. And with the beginning of this month, I get to celebrate an awesome victory. After weeks of studying, today I have finally gained my health insurance license to be a registered health insurance producer in Alabama, as well as 22 other states.

Now first let me just say, I by no means was expecting to be pursuing the current career path that I’m on right now. And I definitely didn’t know I would need to pass a state exam to continue on in this career. Sweetie, when I say I was done studying after undergrad. Or so I thought. The joke was definitely on me.

A visual representation of me when my employers told me I had to study

School has always been my strong suit. Not to brag, I lacked in other areas (shout out to all the sports teams I was never good enough for). But what all the other kids who thought I was smart never knew about me, was how anxious school made me feel. Taking tests made me feel like a brick was on my chest. In fact, I’ve failed a few tests, and done mediocre on A LOT more, just because of how anxious I tend to get. History sure repeated itself, because the same thing happened to me about two weeks ago when I failed my first exam attempt. Yeah, you heard me right. And by three points! Can y’all believe that?

The overachiever in me was sad for about 10 minutes, and then I pulled myself together. I always strive to do my best, and I beat myself up every time I feel that I have fallen short. Fortunately, I do believe that everything happens for a reason. My employer allowed us two attempts at their expense. Even though it seemed like my first attempt was a failure, I gained an opportunity for additional study time, and I knew what to expect when taking the test this time around.

You see, although my victory may have seemed delayed, it was for the better. Failing the first time around allowed me to improve myself. I could study more, and because I knew what to expect this time around, I had a better grip on my anxiety. You see kids, the moral of the story is this: Delayed does NOT mean denied. My pastor in church one day said something along the lines of, “God teaches us that sometimes we can’t have those things that we want the most when we want them, because we may not be ready to handle them just yet”.

Be patient y’all. Keep pushing toward your goals and dreams. It is better to try, fail, and try again, than to live life without trying at all. Go your hardest in everything you do. Don’t allow those small setbacks to KEEP you back. Because eventually, there will be a new day. Another chance to try your best. A new first day of the month.

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Wake up, wake up. It’s the first of the month!