Sorry, guys. Not that F word. Trust me. If I thought you would read an entire post extolling the virtues of the actual F word, I would totally write one. It's such a great word! But I don't have to tell you that. If you're reading this, we're kindred souls and you don't need my help dropping the bomb when and wherever it suits. No...this post is about an F word with infinitely more insidious implications: Failure. Gross, right? Who wants to talk about that? Um, no one. So here we go! A small list of big things I've failed at: 1. Parenting 2. Marriage 3. Religion 4. Life Thanks in advance for the way you said in your head, "You're a great mom!" or "You didn't fail at that marriage, he did!" Much appreciated, friends. But this isn't one of those pity-party posts. I'm not especially touchy about any of these failures--they're more like scars than wounds. I'm only even thinking of them today because in a f