Failing is What Got Me Here Today. ~ Annie Grace

Fear of failure.

It’s like a boulder in the middle of a narrow mountain road. It stops us in our tracks and keeps us from moving any direction but backward. Which is ironic because that is what we fear when it comes to failure. That, by trying something and not succeeding, we will move backward.

Failure Is Not The End

Failure isn’t final. Failure is, in fact, a jumping-off point. It is the beginning of virtually everything we do in life. Yet somewhere along the way we forget that and instead convince ourselves that if we can’t be successful at something from the very start we have no business doing it at all.

I could fill an entire volume of encyclopedias with the failures I’ve faced in life. My childhood years alone would probably fill half the books—walking, talking, reading, writing, riding a bike, kissing, dating, navigating mean girls. I wasn’t born knowing how to do those things. They didn’t come easily or automatically to me either. Instead, the learning process came with an extraordinary amount of pain—both physical and emotional—before I could claim I had mastered the skill. Yet, somehow I found the wherewithal to push through the pain and keep doing despite not having the years of wisdom and experience I can now claim to possess.

Life Changing

It’s funny because a fear of failure is what almost kept me from pursuing the single change that transformed my entire life. Failure can dog us in so many ways that we eventually stop trying new things because we’ve conditioned ourselves to believe that we just aren’t capable of being successful at something.

That’s how I felt when it came to controlling my drinking. My failures were so numerous that I’d lost track of them. There were my rules for moderating that I would set for myself:

*No more than two drinks
*No drinking before 6 p.m. or after 10 p.m.
*Only drinking on the weekends
*Never drinking alone

And on and on the “rules” would go as I would desperately search for the right set of rules that would allow me to be successful at controlling my drinking. In between those came my numerous attempts to just stop drinking altogether. I had more “day ones” than a five-year planner!


Failure after failure was leading me to believe that I was indeed a failure myself. I just couldn’t take on this or any other change. That line of thinking almost brought me and my entire life to a standstill.

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