In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Phobia, Shmobia.”
I’ve overcome my fear of failure. In fact, I’ve given myself permission to fail. I now embrace opportunities where success is not guaranteed.
I must admit: I learn more from my failures than my successes. When things go well, I tend to move on quickly, and not take the time to examine the who, what, when, and where. I rarely remember everything that contributed to the success.
I vividly recall each one of my significant failures. After I lick my wounds, I analyze and dissect each detail in an effort to understand who, what, when, where and how. I learn a great deal about my strengths, my weaknesses, the things I can improve, and even some things I need to abandon.
Failure is no longer a fear. Failure is actually freedom. Freedom to start over, go farther, push deeper, and try harder.