There’s a fine line between challenging oneself and setting oneself up for failure. I found that line or at least came really close to it. As I pull myself out of the rubble of my creation, wipe the sweat from my brow and get my bearings again, I look back and think to myself, “You are an idiot.”

No cheers. No applause. No attagirl. Just a clear view of the idiotic way my brain works.

While there is a whole backstory on how I got to this point, it all comes down to one decision, a decision I...