As I sat in my morning meditation (a practice I’m so glad I restarted), a wave of gratitude washed over me.
I felt immensely grateful for my life… all👏🏽of👏🏽it👏🏽!
All of the amazing, fun, successful parts & even the “failures”… maybe especially the failures… because I know deep down that a failure isn’t actually a failure.
It’s a redirection… a course correction… another opportunity to learn & grow.
I know you know this, but I had forgotten that failure is simply a judgement. No different than the judgement of success, just with a negative connotation.
But what if we celebrated failures as much as we celebrate successes? 🥳
What if we were rewarded… given an atta girl/boy… every time we tried but fucked it up?
I’m not talking about the times when you phone it in or do it just to cross it off a list or try because everyone else is doing it.
I’m talking about the times that you want to see what you are made of so you push yourself… & fail.
I’m talking about the times you follow a dream… & fail.
I’m talking about those moments when you follow your heart… & fail.
Good for fucking you! 🙌🏽 Way to stretch… to try… to lean in!
Next time… & yes, there will a next time… you might just “succeed”. Either way, you win. 😘