My mistake. My bad.
Did I do that? Yes? Good.
Here's a little secret: I LOVE SCREWING UP. I absolutely adore making mistakes. In a world where no one wants to be wrong, I want to be wrong all the time.
Let it be me.
If I screw up, I can fix it and move on.
If someone else screws up, I have to sit around through their requisite stages of denial, anger, frustration, acceptance and maybe, maybe they'll get to rectification.
Here's my advice for being happy:
Make everything your fault.
"But, but, but...my coworker..."
"But, but, but...the weather..."
"But, but, but...it wasn't my fault."
Now look what you've done. You've taken your power and you've given it to someone else.
Shame on you.
The next time something goes wrong. Take responsibility. Absolutely. Say to yourself, "This situation is my fault." Then say, "Now what?"
To be honest, this is easy for me in everything except Publishing. In Publishing, I find myself saying the same old things. "Agents are busy. Editors are busy. The industry takes time. Readers aren't buying."
What's left to do but throw my hands in the air?
Unless the problem is, "My book isn't good enough."
Now we're talking. Because if anyone can make my book good, it's me.