When Failure Is A Positive


How do you measure success? Most will see the attainment of preset goals through grit and determination as a definition of success. A possible antonym, or the opposite, of success is failure. If success is measured by gaining something desired, planned, or attempted, then it makes sense that if something, a desired plan, was not realized, then it must be a failure, right?

What if that failure shows you what you should be really concentrating on? Would that failure, and the epiphany that followed, actually be a victory? Could we also measure success in that way, if it leads us back to the path we veered from?  I’m not trying to shift a paradigm, or play on that old saying about God opening windows. But I must confess, I’ve always been that silver lining kind of guy. Not simply a cup half full type, mind you. No, I’m more of the cautious optimist. The happy realist, I guess. I search for that silver lining in the black cloud that is preparing to rain down upon me.

For the last couple of years, I’ve tried in vain to become a freelance journalist. It’s a tough racket to get into, especially if you don’t have the proper education or network of friends. I have tried several “writing mills” that pays you a pittance to write short articles that they sell and you receive no credit, no by-line, thank you, come again. I’ve sold a couple of articles, but nothing really important. Recently, I had an article, one that would have bore my name had it been accepted and published, that was returned. It wasn’t rejected. The editor wanted me to resubmit after making a few corrections. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. That’s the tennis match that goes on between editors and writers. I just didn’t have the desire to rewrite it to the editor’s satisfaction.

That’s when it hit me! The proverbial “ton of bricks.” This is not for me, I thought. Some people are cut out for this type of tedious work. Some can thrive in this environment, while I can’t be bothered. Here’s the odd thing, though. If this were a piece of fiction, or poetry even, that I submitted, rewriting wouldn’t have been a problem. I would’ve welcomed it. Why? Because I care about my fiction and poetry and I want it to be flawless. I just can’t seem to care about non-fiction articles.

I guess the moral to my little story, if there is one, is that we should all find what we like to do and do it. Try other things, yes, but don’t feel bad if it doesn’t work out. Life is trial and error, we rarely get anything right the first time.

Advertisements

One comment

  1. Melinda Orsak · · Reply

    Thanks. I needed that today…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

To Know Her

Daydream Believer

Radiate Food Vibes

clean eating | health & balance | good vibes

They're Only Words...

...but you should use them properly!

Greenwich Lane

Sharing our love affair with food and life

Ronin Sherpa

Just another WordPress.com weblog

Micha Shines Fitness

Strength. Endurance. Life. Love.

STEAMED!

Writing Steampunk Fiction

Faari

My life - my Opinions

%d bloggers like this: