Each of us began life as a clean slate without skill or ability. An inherent potential resonated within us. We were trained how to do something and we failed. We failed, and failed again until at last we succeeded.
With every failure in this early period, we received encouragement to press on. To keep trying. To keep failing. The best example is learning to walk. Countless falls and bumps go by. Sometimes one on the heel of the other, and still we tried again.
Somewhere along the way, failure became scary enough to stop our advances. The fear of failure stops us from ever trying again.
I recently had this discussion with my daughter who was unwilling to go fishing with daddy because she fails.
“Mommy,” she told me, “I just fail. I don’t like it.”
She had only been fishing a handful of times and was still working on a successful cast. I think she may have been using it as a plot to do something else, though i can’t be certain. So we talked about her desire to take dance class and violin classes. Both skills that take a lot of practice to become good.
I asked her if ballerinas fell a lot. She shook her head and told me they leapt. With a smile, i asked if they fell when they were learning. She thought for a minute and nodded. I followed up by asking if they kept trying. She again nodded. I’m sure you can tell the direction I was headed.
We then talked about the man who invented the light bulb. (She still doesn’t remember his name) How he failed a thousand different times before finally succeeding.
Being the mean mom I am, I informed her that there would be no dance or violin classes if she was not willing to keep trying something she hadn’t mastered. (I am being facetious when I say I’m a mean mom. I know I’m not) This made her think about her reasons for not wanting to fish with daddy and she chose to go.
This has been on my mind as I recently spoke to a writer friend of mine about participating in NaNo-WriMo. I am in edits on my breakout novel right now so it doesn’t make sense to participate for me. She expressed her desire to join and try to win. So along with the expectation of falling short of the goal.
She said, “I will try to win it, but the real reason is that I know I will NOT, and THAT is why I need to. I need to reinforce (in my mind) that failure is NOT something to fear.”
Her words struck me. As writers, how often do we pause at the idea of failure? How often do we hold our writing back for fear of criticism, theft, no one liking it?
What we write is so much a part of ourselves, many of us consider our writing as our babies. But I think it is more than that. It is a reflection of ourselves. This is very clear to me as a mother myself. My fears surrounding my writing are very different than my fears for my child. My baby.
I want my baby to see the value in failure. So I try to see the value in it.
My mother always taught that it is far better to Shoot for the moon and miss than to shoot for a cow pie (poop) and hit. At least if you miss the moon, you still land among the stars.
Where would we be if the great Edison, Tesla, and Bell had not shot for the moon? If J.K. Rowling had quit after her first of 23 rejections? The reality is every great success is born of failure. Failure requires us to reach higher. It encourages us to try again.
In this Christmas season, I pray you all recognize your failures as stepping stones and allow them to lift you higher.
May God bless you and keep you in his care.
Merry Christmas