I’ve decided.

FLAILING is my new word for failing.

And here’s why.

I used to run about, saying I failed at this, failed at that.

Until I realized how discouraging that was – chalking up all these failures all the time.

That’s no fun.

I’m starting up a “be-my-own-cheerleader” initiative.

Where I’m letting the rah-rah edge out the blah-blah.

I’m declaring that things that look like failure and falling down are actually just me flopping and flailing around a bit.

Being clumsy. Not getting it organized or together exactly right.

And that’s A-OK.

A lot of my flailing recently is coming about because I’m out there on the edge of things, trying new stuff out and having adventures I’ve never had before.

Why wouldn’t I expect these first steps to be a little wobbly and disorganized?

I’m learning a lot as I flail around. And developing those muscles that are getting stronger, bit by bit, and coming together so much more all the time.
Here’s to flailing, never failing.


I’ll leave you with some of my very-favorite lyrics of all time, from R.E.M.’s Losing My Religion.

Consider this, consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this the slip
that brought me to my knees
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try


Thanks to http://www.juliegoodwoman.com/rah-rah/ for the freakishly-perfect, spot-on image!