THURSDAY, 7 APRIL 2016
Earlier this evening I read a note I had made on Friday, 28 August 2015. The note is about success, but as the story often goes, it is more about failure. I really like the piece. I was annoyed when I confirmed what I had suspected: I haven’t yet finished editing the text so it hasn’t been published.
I reckon the reason for my procrastination is that the part about failure leaves me a little too naked, too vulnerable.
Suddenly a thought pounced on me like a crazed cat: Own your failures.
I am already honest about my failures, but I have been thinking for quite some time about the discomfort I still experience because of it.
The fact is, failure in my efforts to make more money since 2006 is an integral and important part of my life. I shouldn’t try to cover it up nor should I coat it with sugar. I shouldn’t try to talk it away, or talk about it as if it isn’t quite true (that is anyway too much of a challenge).
Just like I accept other things I have done that I am happy about as part of my story, so failure is also part of my story. It is my failure. It has been my process. They are my lessons learned. It is my emotional discomfort and my disappointments. I have paid dearly for this, and I should do with it what I want.
I have failed in many endeavours I have embarked on in my life. This too, is part of me.
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