Failure is curable.
Friday, September 19th, 2008I took a big spill skiing this winter–cranked my lower back. I still haven’t recovered.
I biffed it on motorcycle when I was twelve–ripped open my knee. I still have a decent scar.
I got sick eating oysters in San Francisco about 8 years ago. I still gag at the thought of oysters.
And, I’ve failed miserably at many things I’ve attempted in life. Somehow I have a hard time remembering what those failures were. Why?
Today I’ll do something different than yesterday. Why? Because everything I did today, didn’t work perfectly—which means, I failed. And, that’s what makes tomorrow even more interesting.