Do you find it hard to admit failure? Or do you feel like a constant failure.
As I began writing this, I was going to say that I have a hard time admitting that I failed at something. But truth be told I often just have to fight my inner monologue that tells me I failed because I didn’t live up to the expectation I set for myself. Saying it out loud is just a form of humiliation that I’d rather avoid.
If the flipside happens and I hear a friend tell me how she hates that she didn’t hit a goal she had set for herself or isn’t living up to the expectations she had, I have nothing but compassion for her.
I would say something like: You are doing the best you can. Don’t be upset. You still have time and you can do it. If it really matters to you, you’ll find a way to make it happen.
I’m not always that gung-ho to say things like that to myself. Instead, I overanalyze everything.
Where did I go wrong?
What could I have done differently?
Should I keep trying or let it go?
The worst thought of all is… Why do I keep messing up?
Pure passionate effort is deserving of grace.
Nothing works perfectly the first time. We aren’t God and just because we speak an idea doesn’t mean it comes into existence.
But I will say that I love being on His side. I am beyond grateful for the reminders in His word that guides me to relying on him.
God’s grace on me is a reminder that if He can be forgiving of my shortcomings, I should be too.
I’ve had to make my peace with all the times I felt like I failed. It’s amazing what I will consider a failure and beat myself up over. That little voice in my head will try to tell me I’ve failed before I’ve even truly given something my best shot.
Can you relate?
I have to remind myself that I need to look at what didn’t work as an opportunity to find what does. I have to reframe my mind to see that this decision or idea wasn’t the end, but a stepping stone on a greater path.
I also have to remind myself that unless I keep consistently continuing there won’t be a milestone to celebrate or goal achieved.
As you can obviously tell, I’m not a chef in a restaurant (you can read my last post for more info on that). Was that a fail?
I attempted to create courses on tidying your home and ran a blog about it but then my momentum fizzled out. Was that a fail?
I bought into a MLM company that I made $0 from. Was that a fail?
In one perspective, yes. But in another, they were all learning opportunities.
I loved being in the kitchen and I enjoy using my abilities in my own kitchen at home. I still love to tidy and I understand what I did that caused that idea not to work. I also know that I shouldn’t go against my gut no matter how good or easy it sounds.
Today, I’m a combination of all the things I’ve learned over the years, all the experience I’ve gained from what I did or didn’t do, and the hopes and dreams I have for the future.
Will I fail? There’s no question, but what I do when that “failure” comes will make all the difference. I’ll definitely think twice about calling them failures. Hopefully, I’ll be calling them learning points or grace periods. I definitely need those.
You need that as well. What’s a failure that you could rename?
What shifts or changes when you change your perspective on your past endeavors?
Laura Glass Designs 
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