Failure is a Friend
I felt like a failure. I had let everyone down… including myself. I was in mourning - for people and things that weren’t right for me - for a life I created as a substitute for my passion - for the person I invented as me.
I refused to let go and move on. I was too afraid. How could I just turn around and go a different direction? I examined myself and those things I held as important carefully. I tried to imagine myself moving on and it didn’t even seem possible. Then one day a stranger gave me a gift - hope.
I realized that I was the one who determined the end of my story. The hope I was given brought inspiration, the inspiration turned into action, and the action grew into opportunity. From that opportunity I began to grow and understand. I learned to listen to my heart. I learned to be present, and to turn my focus outside of myself to the significant things in life.
I would not have accepted that gift, I would not have embraced the challenge, I couldn’t have been inspired to learn or find the courage to expand my life without having failed. I had to fail to succeed.
Failure is not the end of the process, it is the beginning. Life had amazing lessons to share. I just wasn’t paying attention. Life gently nudged me many times to make me understand where it wanted to take me, but I always had excuses.
Life got my attention.
Choosing to live, and live big is not for the weak or faint of heart. It takes courage. It requires risk. And even on your journey to big living, failure will come to you along the way. It comes as a friend to challenge you to improve. To help you find your way, and to show you a purposeful direction.
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