When I finished reading Penelope Trunk’s Some Advice on Taking Advice, I added “Failing in Front of You” to my list of post ideas. After you have dutifully read Penelope’s post, you can continue reading below.
Venture into the neatly organized yet chock-full, moving truck style mind of Miss Early Bird—if you dare—and you will find coulda-woulda-shouldas surfing brain waves back to my psyche, proclaiming, “You failed today. Yesterday too.”
Now, let’s step back into the external circumstances that cause me to feel so defeated. Unable to materialize a personal drama equivocal to Penelope’s abusive husband or ruining her friend’s life, I came up with a recent failures list which ultimately places ironic quotation marks around the word failing with their hilarious inconsequentiality.
- I got a cavity for the first time in my whole life.
- Four out of the five plants I bragged about in Pinterest This died weeks ago. The shriveled remains were replaced with fake succulents from Target. I am sinfully satisfied by no longer being responsible for their fragile lives.
- In Another New Year’s Resolution?, I promised 24 blog posts in 2012. We are seven weeks away from yet another new year and I am seven posts away from that goal. Yikes.
Failing only exists inside your head. I am failing during mental breakdowns in my car (great spot to sob uncontrollably) or my journal where I can scribble irate words that could someday be misconstrued for ransom notes. But I cannot fail in front of you. Within these digital pages, I only stumble. I tell you a story, I fall on my face or make a mistake and we all get a good laugh.
Are you actually failing or do you just feel like you’re failling?