Accepting failure….

I have always been a perfectionist. When I was younger, it was a little easier to achieve success at making the grade. And it was also satisfying when I was applauded for what I did in school. But as time went on and mistakes were made, I had the bitter taste of failure. The first few times that I failed at something were devastating, but there was a drive in me that told me that I had to prove to everyone that I was still the same “overachiever” that they knew and loved all the years before. Until finally, I began to question why and for who was I doing it all. Why did I always have to do things right? Don’t I have the right to fail just like everyone else? I needed to give myself the “grace” to accept failure. Just recently, I was on stage singing and my voice began to fade. I was petrified! And I was more concerned about letting everyone down than the fact that something was really wrong with me. I learned through that experience that even my worst fear was not all that bad. In the end, it all worked out. Someone sang instead of me, and the service continued. Learning to accept failure. Learning more and more about myself. All is well.