All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
from 'Westward Ho' by Samuel Beckett
I'm trying. I really, really, really, am.
Failure is a hard thing to accept. Our world has tried to teach us that we're only measured by our successes - and nowhere is that attitude more prevalent than in both academia and motherhood. The number of articles published or conferences attended or scores on teaching evaluations. The height/weight charts and developmental milestones and first words.
Yet, for all of this external pressure for perfection, I've realized that my life right now is all about failure. About trying new ideas and seeing where they go, even if they're kind of crazy. About writing 6 pages just to delete them and start over. About teaching a little boy to stand up and brush himself off when he falls over yet again. About learning to free myself from all of the guilt of those external successes to find my own way.
So I'm going to try. And fail. And fail again. And fail better.
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