“Failure is just another way to learn
how to do something right.”
Marian Wright Edelman
I think all successful people would agree with this quote. Edison didn’t get the light bulb to work on the first try and Bell had to try many times before he could talk to someone on a phone. I am very thankful that they were not defeated by failure. I don’t understand how their inventions work but I am very happy they persevered. Life would be very different and probably very difficult if successful people saw failure as final.
It isn’t easy to admit there has been a failure especially when the same failure occurs over and over. It is easy to give up and say, “I can’t”. But that is the real failure. Sure, sometimes I have given up and felt sorry for myself, felt stupid, and gone to bed in tears. But the morning always comes, the tears are gone, I remember that I am not stupid and feeling sorry for myself is a waste of time. So, I get up determined to try again and again and again and again until I have figured out what needs to be done, how to do it, and get it done. There are also mornings when I realize that what I want isn’t the best for me (or anyone else) and it’s time to do something different. I don’t think that is failing. I believe it is another aspect of learning and part of life.
Though I haven’t done anything great for humanity, I have learned a lot from my failures and on occasion have been able to help others with my lessons. That in itself is worth the effort to succeed.
“Our fears are more numerous than our dangers,
and we suffer more in our imagination than in reality.”
I have a pretty active imagination and most of the time that’s a good thing. I like to daydream and let my imagination run free and those are wonderful times that make me laugh and I’m happy. But there are times when my fears get the best of me and if I am not careful I can end up with a major anxiety attack.
I don’t know why I let fear take over. Maybe it partly comes from when I was a child and told all the bad things that could or would happen if I did or didn’t do something. My parents were the kind of people and that tended to see the dark clouds and not the sun. I guess they were trying to protect me from the bad things of life. Of course, bad stuff happens to everyone. No one gets a free pass to the good life.
Now that I am old my fears don’t usually beat me up. I am a survivor. I have learned that even in bad times there is good to be found though sometimes you have to search through the muck to find it.
“You too can fly.
But the cocoon must go!”
I was fifty before I felt like I was ready to leave the cocoon. It wasn’t an easy transition. But I wanted to fly before it was too late. I guess some doubt that I ever was trapped in my cocoon while others probably wonder if I ever will leave it. But then there are few who really know me. Or maybe it is better said that not many people know the real me. In fact, I am not sure I know the real me! I am still a work in progress and progress these days is slower…the age thing you know.
I have to admit I am more likely to flit about rather than zoom anywhere. But that’s okay, I am who and what I am; a woman free to fly if and when I want in any way I choose. Yes, I have left the cocoon and can fly. \O/ However, I still feel a bit naked without it.