WHY FAILURE CAN BE THE BEST THING?

WHY FAILURE CAN BE THE BEST THING?

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“Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another steppingstone to greatness.” Oprah Winfrey

The only thing you can truly fail at is not trying. If you feel in your heart you need to try, then listen to your heart.

Lessons that might not come your way are staring you in the face. You have connected the dots and now a different outcome is your reality. You have tried, and seemingly failed. But have you failed? If you truly put your best efforts in and gave it all you had, did you flop? The journey holds many truths.

Did you fail at your job, in your love life, as a parent, a friend, your career goal?

It is better to love and lose. Is better to try and nose-dive, or sit back safe and don’t try? The only true failure is fear of trying. A fear that will keep you in place, and perhaps stuck. Fear can be very real and for good reason. Fear can also keep you from going where you want to go. That is something you may regret. The human spirit gains much through the process and effort. If you have failed at not trying, well that is what you have chosen, for whatever reason. Life is ultimately our choice, our path, our decisions.

I have failed at marriage twice, according to society. But did I? I gained much knowledge and in once case years of happiness. If a marriage does not last forever, is it a failure? I don’t think so. I am a different person walking away from those marriages, stronger, more compassionate, more understanding of others plights. My marriages were far from perfect. Does that mean I will never marry again? No! I will not allow my past to dictate my future. I must embrace the lessons that came with divorce. I must cheer on my effort. I fell, I bloodied my knees, I was looked on from the eyes of people who really believed they were succeeding and that I was unsuccessful, awful. Those condemning eyes gave me strength in my resolve. Knowing that we all do the best we can with what we know does not fall short on myself.

I was turned down in two separate job interviews to become a flight attendant. I showed up I tried, I was asked to leave. As much as I miss the thought of the blue skies, and unlimited adventures, it was not for me.

I wrote a book instead! A five-year project that has come to fruition. I wanted to be a flight attendant, or so I thought. I am thrilled with the book. Now all I want is to touch people’s lives with my words. I have not yet, sold a million copies; does that mean I failed? No! I am so proud of this work and I realize that what we don’t achieve is as important as what we do. It was falling down, and picking myself up that I learned. It was in my heart that was full of hope, that allowed success and allowed failure, no regrets here! I kept trying.

Those that have read the book, so far, loved it!!!! I can be happy with the number of people that have read it. For me they count. All the effort was worth it. Every wall I climbed over brought me to right here, with a book in my hand.

Cheers to all that are trying, keep trying! The bumps in the road may be there for a reason. Have gratitude in your journey, even small success can prove positive results. “A Man for Every Purpose, My Naked Journey Searching for Love” was worth it because it now has a life of its own! Check out Amanforeverypurpose.com….

My Mantra: “Failure and success are both worthy parts of my journey”

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About the Author:

Tink, Katinka, KatieKate, Mamu. All names given to me depicting the many hats I wear. Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other single woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. I have realized not one man on my roster has fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself.