Is Failure a Blessing?


I spent most of my life trying to avoid it at all costs.
Perfection was my goal and my detriment.
I wanted to be the best at everything I did and if I couldn’t do it perfectly, I didn’t even try.

Falling flat on my face more times than I would want to admit made me tough.
Being rejected even more gave me thicker skin.
Facing defeat made me stronger.
When faced with one locked door, I kept searching for another.

It has only been in the past 10 years, I have (finally) learned that failure is not only a necessity but should be embraced.

Failure has taught me to ask for help (always a bit difficult for a perfectionist), and to accept I am not perfect (and shouldn’t be). Failure means I am reaching beyond my comfort zone. Taking risks in business and art-making is now the new norm.

If I am not failing some of the time, I am not learning anything new or experimenting or stretching outside myself.

We don’t get upset if we lose a game of chess. But isn’t life sort of like a chess game? Life is full of strategies, moves in different directions, taking risks and sometimes losing most of our army before figuring out how to “check-mate”. This obviously is an oversimplified vision of living, but it is something to think about.

When I count my blessings these days, my failures are in there, too.