Morning Stories: Trying again and again
Figure skating, falling, failure and rejections
This morning my mind is occupied by my body, because every inch of it is in pain. I took a figure skating class yesterday and to say it wasn’t easy is to say nothing. I fell twice, hard, and I knew this will result in some colourful and painful spots on my body. But this is something else, there’s no muscle in my body that doesn’t ache.
I’ve never sucked at anything before. I am rarely brilliant at things, but to be a complete and utter failure is a completely different matter. I felt like that for the most of the hour. Today I’m not sure if going back and trying again is worth all the pain, there are so many other things I can fail at and experience less physical discomfort.
I’m thinking now that I actually want to fail more, I want to get rejections, because they’ll mean that I’m trying to get to the place where I want to be. That I’m trying to build the life of my dreams. I’m not afraid if failures and rejections, because I know that after them, I’ll try again, and again, until I’ll get to the place I want to be at.