You know, I’d like to have a nice, long (probably expletive-filled) conversation with the first person who ever decided that failure is a bad thing–something to be embarrassed about, something to try and avoid at all costs and never, ever admit to.
I mean seriously, what the hell?
How have we deluded ourselves into thinking only perfection is acceptable, that perfection exists at all? When did we decided to start ignoring the process, to discount all the valuable things we learn when we make mistakes and miss the mark?
I’ve got a newsflash for you folks–nobody ever does it exactly right the first time.
And the only way to ever get it right is to figure out how NOT to do it wrong.
It’s hard though, to admit that we’re not 100% in control of our lives, especially now, living in our social media bubble where we’re constantly bombarded with everyone’s best moments.
It’s hard to own our mistakes and share our struggles when all we see are highlight reels.
But it’s the struggles that give life flavor, that make us strong. It’s the challenges we face that create us and define us and shape us into the people we will eventually become.
We have the potential to do incredible things, to make the world an amazing place, if we can muster up enough courage to try knowing that we’re going to miss the mark a few (maybe a few hundred) times.
We’ve got to experiment and fail and learn and repeat. Every. Single. Day.
So get out there and own your life. Try new things. Surround yourself with people who are going to lift you up and cheer you on and help you find the way.
You got this.