Confession: I’m a failure. I fail every day. But I’m also a success. I keep trying.
How do I mean? I’ll give you a few examples:
- I applied to graduate school four times before being accepted. When I finally got in, it was on uncertain terms. (I’ll explain later.)
- I didn’t complete my first half Ironman. I was anemic and had to withdraw. The next year, I finished two half Ironmans and several other triathlons. I have my sights set on completing my first marathon and first full Ironman in 2018/19.
- I started a blog while I lived in Taiwan, Tai Tao. It never took off. When I moved to Hong Kong, I started Shift. Today I have more than 2,400 followers (and hope to gain many more).
- I’ve lived in seven cities in ten years. Each relocation has been difficult. I’ve never given up and moved home (wherever that is). My life perspective has grown ten-fold because of this.
- I’ve loved and I’ve lost. I’ve learned something valuable from each relationship. I’ll be swimming and not out on a date tomorrow night. (Valentine’s Day sucks, anyway.)
- I’m trying to eat healthier. I had a vegetable smoothie with tofu for lunch. I also had gummy bears. :D
I like what Will Smith has to say on this topic, too. In truth, the only way to truly fail is when you stop trying.
What’s your relationship with failure? Do you agree with Will?