inthedougout

An ode to failure: Roses are red, violets are blue,  I face-planted hard, my pain was due.  My grand visions, gone and unjust,  My carefully laid plans, turned entirely to dust. The truth: we must learn to love failure.  If you don't love failure, you most certainly won't love the success that comes in the second part of your story.  As you figure out what it is you love, why not love all of it?

Have you ever thought that failure is really just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time?  To a certain extent, I think there's a lot of truth to that, but there's a ton to unpack with that.  If we fail because we were in the wrong place at the wrong time, does it mean that everything else was "right?"  Probably not.  Blaming things on the circumstances may blind us to defects or deficiencies in our own process and state of being.  What does that mean?  It means don't blame some outside force for your circumstance - if you failed, you failed.  It does not matter when it happened.  Sure, you could have had some bad luck but blaming luck will not give you the kick-in-the-ass that you need to get that ass in gear.  Let's dig in a little bit. Some people call life a canvass. As you paint with your brush, sometimes the bristles of the brush do exactly as you want.  Other times, the brush wreaks havoc - it operates almost as if...