I’m not very practiced at failing or falling down. That’s not meant to be a brag, it’s simply the way it is. Truthfully, I tend to be a bit of a “safety first” girl and a shy girl as well, neither of which lends itself to risk taking. It does, however, lend itself to staying safe and clean, to inertia and pleasing other people, to accomplishing goals that are well within my reach and not beyond, to dreaming dreams that go unspoken and never see the light of day.
I think I’m turning a corner on the failure front, though, or maybe I’m just letting go. Either way, it feels powerful and good and free. Alternatively it feels painful and crazy and scary as hell. It feels like living.
Right now I’m walking with a limp, having strained my groin on a particularly overzealous interval training run. I’m four weeks away from my first marathon, and I may not make my goal. I may not be able to run at all. Still the pain reminds me that I am trying hard at something I’ve never done before and striving for experience that is rare. Ok, it’s not that rare. I realize that Oprah did it, and at this point her time will probably beat my time, but still…it’s a big deal for me—ha!
The thing is, though, if I fail at the marathon, no one will care but me, and the only cost is my pride. What will I do when my falling down hurts other people? What will it mean when building a new thing requires burning down the old one? I can’t stop thinking about that.
I recently read this quote, and it gave me comfort: “Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.” Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love I think this can be true if you can see the potential in the ashes, if you can feel the refining force in the suffering, if you can know that God gives us opportunities for growth and change that we wouldn’t have chosen ourselves simply because he knows better.
I want to own my failure, and I want to step out in faith with the knowledge that I am living and that it is good. I know that I am telling the truth for the first time in a long time and that some people won’t like it. I will lose some sleep and some friends. I will hurt, but I will heal. So here’s to falling down and getting hurt. May we grow in compassion, grace, and love as we heal. Cheers!