Post by Jo Anna Rothman.
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I have failed. Many times. There are healing practices that never took flight. I once made jewelry that I didn’t sell enough (or any) of. There are pieces of writing and other assorted art that I couldn’t get quite right. Plans galore that were stopped when walls were hit. Not to mention diets. Meditations. Exercise routines. Each one is special. And each one is a failure.
Each one, is something that did. That I tried. Each one a step. A feat of daring. Yes, there was sometimes frustration, anger, sadness when failure showed up for its day in the sun. There were times when I wanted to runaway from what was happening…from my role in it. It is so easy to hide in shame. To forget about our failures. Or try to. To pretend that each one didn’t happen.
But what if I didn’t want to do any of that. What if, I just wanted to celebrate. To honor where I am and appreciate the act of daring that creation is. To accept that things not turning out right or even well is just part of the process. To love myself through the challenges that came when I didn’t know how to move through what felt like cement walls. When we take shame out of the equation, getting back up and adjusting our path takes on an ease we never knew before. We don’t have to be embarrassed. We can just do different next time.
We all fail. The more amazing things we do, the greater the opportunity for failure. Because not every thing we do is going to turn out like we thought. I’ve failed enough that I am no longer afraid of it. I know that the only real failure is giving up, and that is ok too! I know that there will be course corrections. That not everything will go according to whatever map it is that I have conjured in my mind. I also know that if I am willing to let the failure be the end of the dream, then I didn’t really want it to begin with.
Failure isn’t always so bad. There are things I am happy to have failed at: Hiding. Playing small. Staying stuck. Being alone. Feeling lonely. Feeling uninspired. If I can celebrate those then I can celebrate them all.
So let’s have a party for our failures. Throw a full on shindig for all the crap that didn’t work out. Look at all we have attempted. Look at what failed. Let’s toast every little inch of our adventures. The ones that lit up the night sky. The ones that didn’t. Let’s celebrate our willingness to act. To try. To play this game full on in. Let’s celebrate what we could let go of. What we couldn’t. Let’s celebrate us. And then let’s get back to creating.
|I’m Jo Anna. Jo Anna Rothman, MA if you are being fancy. I’m a Wizadress of love. Mistress of change. Conjurer of Electric Creative Wholeness.
I am here to invite and inspire you to live the best human experience ever. I connect folks to their soul, their purpose, their absolute and amazing joy. I coach. I write. I facilitate the amazing Receiving Project. Most of all, I have a damn good time!
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