The Art of Failure

Reflections on past struggles, future possibilities, and learning to rise above failure and dance in the rain



“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'

'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”

—Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit: Or How Toys Become Real



My heart has been abandonded, abused and broken. Among the shattered pieces my insecurities and failures are exposed. I want so much to embrace the lonliness and fear - to leave the open wound bleeding and allow the uncertainty to flow. I long to nuture each shattered piece individually back to health and join it with the other pieces - returning it to something complete and more beautiful than it was before.

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Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself’



Good Vibrations: The Good You Desire

Maybe it’s the unseasonably warm weather, or maybe it’s my longing to get back to the ocean and the beach - but whatever the case I’ve been thinking about good, good, good… good vibrations. 

Good Vibrations The Art of Failure

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You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on them. You don’t let them have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

—Johnny Cash


Are You Missing Out On Your Own Life?

I’ve been so lucky to be involved with many amazing organizations, blogs and sites the past few months. Women With Drive is a beautiful organization, led by the beautiful Molly Cantrell-Kraig, helping women in transition identify and overcome barriers to independence. 

This is an excerpt from a post that originally appeared on the Women With Drive blog. (follow the link at the end for the full post):

I’m learning that it is possible to be Type A and still allow my focus to remain on absorbing every moment as it arrives. I understand now that who I am is not defined by what I do, but by how I participate in the present moment. My value is not in what I accomplish, but what I contribute. 

I am here in this moment for a reason. That reason is to absorb, to listen, to learn, to give, and to appreciate this process. These are the moments that propel me to accomplish and grow. These are the moments that will be with me on my journey and provide a lifetime of beautiful memories.

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These are honest reflections on my past, my present, & my journey to living life on purpose & with purpose.
I am a work in progress.

Fear was limiting me. I was unable to explore the edges of my passion. But, after years of resistance & buckets of tears I am giving myself permission to fail.

Failure is not the end. It is the beginning of awareness & a life where fear is not allowed & every moment is an opportunity.

I believe I am headed in the right direction. My life has been opened to beautiful surprises, unthinkable possibilities, & a lightness of being. My present is expanding.

It is through the kindness of family, friends, & strangers [my inspirations unaware] that I am able to be honest with myself, let go of perfect, & find my voice.
                     ...all the way to the edge!

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Planning to Fail
The post that started it all