So this video pretty much sums up my life right now – a wonderful failure.
Absolutely nothing is going how I’d hoped or planned, but I’m starting to be ok with that. Life is all about managing expectations and adapting, right? So my house smells like fermenting yogurt and I’ve been wearing the same pair of pants for seven days straight. Neither housekeeping nor fashion has ever been my passion. So I’ve been re-reading To Catch a Mockingbird since the 4th of July and I’m only on chapter 6. Reading a page a day allows me to savor her perfect writing. So I still don’t have a publisher for my book. I trust that it WILL be published someday…even if I have to do it myself.
And no, I’m not writing, nor painting, nor working, nor casting, nor any of the five zillion things I could/should/would be doing. Yet I can’t seem to stop smiling. After 11 and a half months, I’m starting to finally get good at failing, to be ok with failing. Hell, I might even be enjoying it.
So let’s toast failure. Or fail to toast. Or flail a toaster. (I didn’t say anything about being caught up on sleep, did I?)