Musical Inspiration: An addictive beat with a beautiful hook. “When the rain is falling, down on me, every drop could make me feel complete. Now good days are coming. Come with me. It’s today.” Enjoy. 🙂
This post coming to you from: New York (yes, still…and yes, the travel twitch is getting strong)
I have a masters in failure. Give me a couple of years and I’ll be claiming it to be a PhD. I’ve failed to land campaigns to the desired result. I’ve failed to get jobs and clients with whom I really wanted to work. And recently, I found myself staring down the barrel of yet another romantic endeavor gone awry. What was interesting to me, though, was my realization in the moment of its destruction: I was not left with a feeling of despair but rather one of further understanding and dare I say it, confidence.
After all of the failures, after being knocked down more times than I can count, the biggest way I have continued to embody the life and practice of Cosmic Trust Fall, is to keep getting back up. To take what I can from what has happened, but then let go and allow myself to fall again.
I’ll warn you now, for those looking for inspiration on how to gain the mental and emotional fortitude to keeping falling into those cosmic arms, it does not get easier. Instead, what happens is you get stronger, more resilient, and more capable of catching yourself rather than being reliant on someone else to catch you.
I am not worried about whether or not I will find love in my life, or even “the one” to spend my life with, because I have already surrounded myself with those people. And I continue to embrace risk in much of what I do, but in love especially. I open myself up to the possibility of once again failing because I know that regardless of the outcome, I will become a better and stronger person for having had that experience and that presence in my life. I will have shared adventures, moments of laughter, and intimacy. I will have learned new lessons in communication and how to interact successfully (or unsuccessfully as it may be) with another person. And if I’m lucky enough, even in romantic failure, I will have still gained friendship.
I love finding beauty amongst the destruction, and this is the life that failure begets. Failure is not something to fear but rather something to accept fully into life as the beautiful mess that truly makes a person (or company) who (or what) they were always meant to be. Thirty years in, I have discovered that I really love how this has shaped me. Mess and all. I love my curiosity and my sense of adventure. I love my ability to find the silver linings on the darkest of clouds. I love my desire to connect with people, and the emotional intelligence I have gained as a result of a lot of self-discovery through both successful and unsuccessful relationships and business ventures of all kinds.
Does this mean I don’t feel the awful pain of loss or the disappointment of another let down? Absolutely not! In fact, each time these failures occur, I have a habit of going into a spiral of questioning everything. And I mean everything. (Hey, analytical over-thinkers, how you doin’?) But the way to pull up from that, the way to find growth while seemingly lying in the muck of the latest mashup, is to focus intently on what learnings have been given. In every failure, those are the gifts. Those gleanings, however small, are the moments of clarity for which we can always be grateful. They aren’t always displayed outright. Sometimes they require a bit of digging around to find, and in some larger cases, the real clarity doesn’t come until years later when, after yet another failure, correlations can be made.
This is the beauty of constant and consistent failure. Those correlations and true discoveries of the self aren’t found in moments of elation alone. They require failure for them to be fully revealed. Because, as the saying goes, how can we know the sweet without the sour?
The tough part is that failure, unsurprisingly, can make you feel like, well, a failure. (“What do we have for her Johnny?!”) It’s scary and raw and uncomfortable. It exposes your mistakes and represents an outward display of the less-than-shiny bits. Why would anyone be eager to experience that? Truth is most aren’t. They sit complacently in comfort because, in all honesty, it makes the most sense. But it’s not how you learn. It’s definitely not how you grow or achieve real success. So you want to be Richard Branson? Go fail 500 times. Seriously.
There was a great article written by Mark Manson appropriately on the first day of the new year which challenged people to instead of asking the question, “What do I want in life?” to ask the question, “What pain do I desire in life?” The answer to the former tends to be the same – “I want to be happy.” “I want a good career.” “I want to find love.” Blah, blah, blah. But when we ask ourselves what pain we desire to have in our lives, that is when we truly see what we are willing to endure.
Failure is pain. It is struggle. It is not fun. But by God, if it isn’t necessary. Learning to love failure, learning to embrace it and to really take it on with a gusto that screams, “Say WHAT again!” those are the loins from which real success and growth are born. But you have to really be willing to open yourself up to it.
So the CTF challenge to you today is to go out and allow yourself to fail at something. Anything. Bigger the better. Scare yourself. Push to your limits. Take the dive off the cliff. Because here’s the beauty of failure – once you fail at the one thing, you can learn how to never fail at it again.
Happy Falling (and failing) CTFers.