Ok, I’ve stopped hitting the snooze alarm. I’m up. Here it is! A brand new year. Take a breath. Love the crisp, fresh feeling of a brand new start. Anything is possible.
Anything, well, that doesn’t result in a big fat failure… That is definitely not the right direction. Or is it? I’ve been thinking a lot about risk and the ultimate price of failing. What would happen if I really fail? Well, I could lose my house. I really like it, but I would find shelter. In a pinch, I could make a refrigerator box cozy and quite chic! Maybe my friends would be really disappointed in me if I failed… Or would they? Perhaps they would admire the determination and fortitude I mustered to take big risks. Most people don’t ever do it. For all of their very good reasons. Not me. Failure can’t contain me anymore.
The big new year and scary blank sheet of paper is about failure – and hopefully some success. Or perhaps it would be better to describe 2012 this way. This year is about living. I am taking my first bold step of 2012 by removing the word ‘failure’ from my vocabulary. I want to live without the guardrails of calling something good or bad. Success or failure. There is only intuition and listening, then doing what makes sense. Reducing ADD by staying present. Increasing creativity.
If I can just remember to make good choices that reflect me, then maybe I can’t fail?
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