“Flying is the art of throwing yourself at the ground and missing.”
– Douglas Adams

I’ve been trying to fail for most of my life, and have yet to succeed at it.  I’ll have occasional moments of bitter disappointment, but those are fleeting at best and often lead to something better than I was originally trying for.

Case in point:  when I first moved out of my parents’ house, I vowed that if I ever moved back in with my family that would be the standard by which I would realize failure in my life.  I moved in with my sister last month.

I’ve been trying to feel like a failure for it, and I’ve had days in which I almost succeeded, but the truth is this is a necessary step in the growth of my business and it allows me to make positive changes in less time.  I am now able to pay off all my debts, relocate my studio to the NW 23rd district, and have time to focus on long-term projects for my business.  Plus my sister and I get along well, which makes for a pleasant living situation.

I don’t believe people are capable of failure.  Every time we go down a path that doesn’t work out, one that does appears at our feet.  This is my experience as someone who was denied my chosen major in college, has been fired on more than one occasion, and who has a less than stellar romantic history.

Yet it remains pervasively true to the nature of humanity:  the times when we “fail”, we are being led where we need to go.  Learning the lessons we most need to learn in the ways that serve the highest good.  We might not get what we want or were hoping for, but if we let ourselves open to what life brings instead, we discover the truth of our incredible success.

As you learn to let go of the idea of failure in your life, you discover what a flimsy human concept it is.  I channeled recently that life is about learning how to accept love, and so evolve.

Paradise has a learning curve, and life teaches us the lessons of it.  No failures, only lessons.  Why not enjoy the ride?