I Don’t Believe In Resolutions Because Failure Is The Option
Every failure of mine becomes an adventure
I remember being younger and hearing about “New Year’s Resolutions” and how my absolute skin crawled at the thought. I could listen to that strong-willed, stubborn, feisty little animal of a child mumbling, “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”
I remember starting the year off, trying my resolutions, and breaking them within the first week.
And how angry, and annoyed, and pretty much the feeling of “well of course I fucked it up. Again. I had one job.”
So, I tentatively backed away from this language and instead focused in my head on specific “goals” I wanted to achieve. If anything, I am a monster of achievement, pushing myself, trying new things, and failing repeatedly.
I’m not afraid of failure; I think I’m instead drawn to it.
I’ve never had a situation where I don’t do well at something and immediately go, “Okay, well, never doing that again.”
The challenge is part of the appeal for me to keep at it. If something is too easy and I master it too quickly, it’s neat how I could do that, but I love researching, applying myself, and trying until I see progress.
