If you couldn’t fail, what would you do?

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The other day I was reading Kylie Purtell’s blog – A study in contradictions where she posed the question to her readers:

“If you knew you couldn’t fail, what would you do with your life that you’re not doing now?”

I’ve written about before about failure. It’s a word that strikes fear in many, rendering them frozen and speechless. Failure is such a negative word. But it shouldn’t be.

Remember the well worn quote?

failure to try

 

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It’s something that resonates with me deeply, although I do understand the difficulty in putting it into practice.

There are a lot of reasons why people don’t try, and I do believe that you need to be in a position to be able to. Depending on your situation you may be limited by proximity, financial restraints, time, means, or simply by your emotional state and self-doubt.

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?” is really a rhetorical question, something to prompt you to look deep inside and consider the answer.

When I saw this question on Kylie’s blog, it occurred to me that right now, at this moment in time, I don’t have anything that I would do if I couldn’t fail – as I’m already doing it.

I’m working towards my goal of being a full-time writer, something that only two years ago I didn’t have the courage to do. Fear of failure. But now, I’m putting myself out there pitching, building my profile and working on my novel. I’m doing it.

The sense of satisfaction and pure happiness that I felt when I realised this while reading Kylie’s blog, was overwhelming.

I’m doing it. I’m really doing it!

I’m okay with who I am and what I want. I’m okay with failure, rejection and judgment. And I’m happy. I’m not chasing happiness in the form of a goal that I may or may not achieve, no, the happiness is in the trying.

And not just a lackluster pretentious trying but a give-it-my-all-full-on-heart-felt trying.

It’s been a journey, a long journey down a darkened, unknown path but the sun peeps through the clouds now and then, and I’m sure there is a rainbow at the end. Maybe not a pot of gold, but at least a rainbow.