My darling friend and writing mentor, Stephanie, is one of the most badass and gentle souls I know. She knows just the right thing to say to inspire you to want to be better, try harder, and learn something new.
She’s who I want to be when I grow up.
When I thought about what I wanted to write about here, I knew I wanted to do something a little different from the snark and sass of my Trash Talk Tuesdays. Snark and sass is part of me, sure; but it’s not the whole part. I want to talk about the parts of life that we’re not supposed to talk about; the parts of our shadow selves that we all have that don’t always see the light of day.
I’m just a rebel that way.
Thanks to social media, we’re playing the “comparison game” more often than ever before. It’s a game we’re all losing.
I want to talk about – and write about – failure.
Why failure, you ask?
Because it goes against the perfect image we present to the world. Because failure is authentic. It’s real. Failure is the building block behind every single “success” we have. If I didn’t write and submit, I wouldn’t get rejected. I’d also never be published.
There’s a much more personal reason that I want to celebrate my failures. I want to build up my own resilience muscle. I want to have a space to try new things without the pressure that I put on myself to be perfect, or to be amazing at everything.
I’m here to practice self-compassion as much as I am to encourage compassion and support in others. I want failure to become so routine, so regular for me that I laugh about it, hopefully document it, and let it roll right on by.
Next Friday I’ll post what I’m doing to keep a beginner’s mindset…and how failure is part of the process.