As I curled into fetal position on the kitchen floor and howled away all hope, I was not just afraid of failure. I felt I was a failure. That was eight years ago. I was fifty. To others, I appeared successful. I held a leadership position with a global organization, earned a six-figure salary, and traveled between continents in business-class luxury. A practically perfect life. But those outer trappings masked how I mentally beat myself up over my imperfections. You wouldn’t