I have noticed over the course of today that there are many that naturally go together….Tea and bed
Cuddles and kisses
Beans and toast
Tom and willy
Blond hair and blue eyes
Ipads and tantrums
Hide and seek
Ham and cheese
Pirates and carribean
Grandpa and wine
Perdi and sheep
Detox and cleanse
Green and juice
Laughter and family
Success and failure
….
This last one, I stumbled across as I had a quick scroll through my Twitter feed. I follow one of my heroes – Sir Richard Branson and he had recently posted a short video on the topic.
I was first introduced to the concept of ‘failing forward’ when I was advised to read the book by John C Maxwell. It was eye opening! Why hadn’t I been shown this book in my 20’s??
We start our lives not caring what happens as long as we achieve what we want… We cry to bed fed as babies. We fail often to learn new skills – we fall over, trip, stumble as we learn to walk.. We try to put round cylinders in square holes, until we learn the shapes, twist and turn them til they fall in to the box! We are frustrated without stabilisers on our bikes, until we have fallen so many times we learn how to balance.
As we grow older, we begin to start to hear the laughs of our parents at our frustration more than their cheers when we get it right. We start to understand embarrassment, worry about what people think, how they perceive us… We either hide our failed attempts from the world, in private or seclusion… Or we just never try anything new again. We hide our passions…we cover our true selves in clothes that suit society or those around us.
In my 20’s I was hell bent on conforming… The right uni, the right job, the right clothes, the right weight, find the right guy…
In my 30’s, I started to fail because of that conformity… But I started to learn what was making me unhappy. I started to change. I started to reassess. I started to implement changes. Some of those changes didn’t work either, so I started the process again… I reassessed, I made changes… I started again. I have become more confident in trying new things … If they work, great, if not… Next! (I’m not quite ready to quit the blog yet!! I am enjoying it too much…)
As I approach my 40’s, I have started to understand the concept that as long as you learn from each experience, there is no such thing as failure. In fact failure only happens if you fail to learn. I have also learnt to be impervious to the laughs and opinions of others as I fail. They are entitled to their opinion and if they snigger, so what? .. I am too busy learning to care.
And to be honest, there are probably very few watching anyway….
Failure and success. They go together. Like ramanana and zippitydingdidong… They just do.
#successandfail
I have noticed over the course of today that there are many that naturally go together….
Tea and bed
Cuddles and kisses
Beans and toast
Tom and willy
Blond hair and blue eyes
Ipads and tantrums
Hide and seek
Ham and cheese
Pirates and carribean
Grandpa and wine
Perdi and sheep
Detox and cleanse
Green and juice
Laughter and family
Success and failure
….
This last one, I stumbled across as I had a quick scroll through my Twitter feed. I follow one of my heroes – Sir Richard Branson and he had recently posted a short video on the topic.
I was first introduced to the concept of ‘failing forward’ when I was advised to read the book by John C Maxwell. It was eye opening! Why hadn’t I been shown this book in my 20’s??
We start our lives not caring what happens as long as we achieve what we want… We cry to bed fed as babies. We fail often to learn new skills – we fall over, trip, stumble as we learn to walk.. We try to put round cylinders in square holes, until we learn the shapes, twist and turn them til they fall in to the box! We are frustrated without stabilisers on our bikes, until we have fallen so many times we learn how to balance.
As we grow older, we begin to start to hear the laughs of our parents at our frustration more than their cheers when we get it right. We start to understand embarrassment, worry about what people think, how they perceive us… We either hide our failed attempts from the world, in private or seclusion… Or we just never try anything new again. We hide our passions…we cover our true selves in clothes that suit society or those around us.
In my 20’s I was hell bent on conforming… The right uni, the right job, the right clothes, the right weight, find the right guy…
In my 30’s, I started to fail because of that conformity… But I started to learn what was making me unhappy. I started to change. I started to reassess. I started to implement changes. Some of those changes didn’t work either, so I started the process again… I reassessed, I made changes… I started again. I have become more confident in trying new things … If they work, great, if not… Next! (I’m not quite ready to quit the blog yet!! I am enjoying it too much…)
As I approach my 40’s, I have started to understand the concept that as long as you learn from each experience, there is no such thing as failure. In fact failure only happens if you fail to learn. I have also learnt to be impervious to the laughs and opinions of others as I fail. They are entitled to their opinion and if they snigger, so what? .. I am too busy learning to care.
And to be honest, there are probably very few watching anyway….
Failure and success. They go together. Like ramanana and zippitydingdidong… They just do.
