The Receipt
Do this one on paper.
Take your worst one.
The failure
you still flinch from.
Write it down
in two sentences.
And here’s the rule.
No shame words allowed.
Not “I blew it.”
Not “I ruined.”
Just:
what was tried.
What happened.
Then underneath,
one more line.
What it taught you
that you couldn’t have
learned cheaper.
Now look at what you wrote.
That’s not a scar.
That’s a receipt.
You paid for that lesson.
It’s yours now.
The only way to waste it
is to keep flinching
instead of spending it.
From chapter eleven
That’s not a scar. That’s a receipt.
Your worst one, in two sentences. No shame words.
The book says paper for this one. This sheet is why.