Sometimes you fuck up. But that doesn’t mean you have less worth. It just means you have to get up, dust yourself off, assess your short comings, make a plan to progress, and learn to be humble. A car wreck is the perfect exemplification of life smacking you in the face and testing your resolve.
When I think about challenging goals (even difficult workouts) that I want to achieve I get this pit in my stomach. It’s a twirly, uncomfortable, head-spinning that flows over my entire body and chills my bones.
It’s fear. It’s anxiety. It’s uncertainty.
The fear of failing is almost paralyzing sometimes – even to the point where at times I don’t even want to TRY or make an attempt. As if the blissful ignorance, however stagnant, is better. But I know in my heart of hearts that to forgo trying, simply out of fear of rejection or timidness that I’ll fall short of my mark, is doing myself a disservice. Yes sometimes it’ll be hard and maybe I won’t get the results I want. But I can always learn from my experiences and use it as steps towards the life I want to live. I don’t want to just day dream about what could have been. I want to live to my fullest. Whether it’s an intimidating tempo workout, applying to a job I’m under-qualified for, or simply having a difficult conversation with someone. I don’t want to fear what the future has to offer – even the parts that are bumpy and uncertain.
“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.” -Johnny Cash