I want to succeed. And if I can’t succeed, if I really truly must fail, then I at least want to succeed at failure, failing gracefully and all that jazz.
I want to be the most graceful failure that has ever failed in the history of failings. This is a problem.
You see, I haven’t failed at a great deal in my life thus far. And please, read that statement for what it is; not a ‘humble brag’ but instead a sad indictment…
For my lack of failure stems from the fact that I never really try.
I’m petrified of failure. Even more so the humiliation and shame that accompanies it, so I never step out to begin with, I allow this fear to grasp me, to shape my decisions.
You see, I’m a runner.
HA! No, not the exercise variety, more the emotional variety.
It’s not exactly a noble trait. There’s no fan base passing me oranges, asking for my autograph, or begging that I share my tips for raging success.
Someone said to me recently, “we fail our way forward.”
Those words slapped me in the face. They carry truth. A truth I’d rather ignore.
In my new and current journey, I’m repeatedly being told that failure is our greatest educator…
That’s very encouraging. FOR THOSE WHO CAN DEAL WITH IT!
For me it’s damn scary. I want to run.
Why can’t I just get it right the first time?
Why does failure have to be a thing that hangs over my head, taunting?
Why is failure a part of life?
It’s a frustratingly simple, cyclic, round-about question….
It is, because it works. On some uncomfortable level, it works, it teaches.
So I’m asking, genuinely, how do you begin to embrace failure, to harness its power to your advantage, your motivation?
And how do you deal with the shame that accompanies it?