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It’s Time To Get Cozy With Failure
That’s not the real thing holding me back anyway.
I have decided to embrace failing.
The anxiety of needing to win, needing to be perfect from the get-go, has gotten too costly. It has paralyzed me.
After I failed my dance audition at my workout studio, I developed a mental roadblock of anxiety that kept me from going back for many months.
Over time, I could feel my body getting weaker, muscles atrophying from lack of use. I didn’t feel strong. I didn’t feel capable, and this weakness was infiltrating all aspects of my life.
Enough was enough.
After I had enough of my procrastination, I decided to attend a weight-training class at the studio.
Why is there so much shame attached to failure? Why is this underscored for women?
The instructor was a bubbly woman who told me to grab all of the ancillary equipment I’d need. “Gliders, ball, and strap,” she said.
“I don’t know what those are,” I replied.
That’s the first thing I noticed about my new mindset of embracing failure. I was willing to not know things.
