The greatest teacher failure is ~ Yoda.
Keep failing until you get it right. Keep failing until you are great at it. Keep failing and keep learning.
It is easy to give up on passion and dreams and desires when you fail at something. Giving up is considerably easier than staying the course and working hard. Giving up protects us, we think. But I believe giving up creates new doubts and fears. Doubts and fears that haunt us, stay with us and telling us that we can’t do it.
When we fail, if we “get back up on the horse” we have a higher chance of succeeding then if we just lay down and say “I quit”. When you quit you have taken away any chance of succeeding or even of improving.
Giving up and quitting it’s something we have all done but it’s something that eats at me when I do it.
Sometimes giving up may be the smart choice.
Sometimes giving up is recognizing when we need to move on to something else.
Sometimes though, giving up is just easier than working harder to get better at something.
Why am I writing about failure you ask? Well, I played golf this week. I probably don’t need to say anything else! My husband said, “golf… if it teaches you anything, it teaches you humility”.
I started playing golf when I was 28 years old. It did not come easy to me.
I didn’t start playing golf to be great at it. I started playing because it seemed like an interesting sport that you could do for your whole life. I am a very competitive person and I quit many times over the years because I could not master the game. Before you say anything, I know that no one masters the game of golf. I didn’t want to be the best at golf, all I wanted was to put the ball down the middle of the fairway and not embarrass myself. More than that though, I wanted it to be fun. I wanted to look forward to playing. I began to dread playing when I was 29 years old. It was not fun. It was rules and do it over and over again until I had blisters.
I gave up. I had a great excuse, I had children and no time for golf. I didn’t miss golf when I gave it up. I played again for a year when I was 38 years old and lived in Louisiana. It was fun then, maybe because I always went out on Tuesday and Thursday mornings with my 3-year-old son. We got a golf cart and took off. We laughed and looked forward to that time. I called him my lucky charm because he would blow a kiss on my golf ball and I usually hit it well when he did. Playing golf that year changed how I looked at the game. I realized it could be fun and not a competition.
My husband, Edward, and I have been playing regularly for about a month now. We play for fun. It’s not a competition. It is just a game that we both enjoy. We usually play alone and often play best ball. Sometimes my ball is the one we play, more often it is his. He is a good golfer and wants me to have fun when we play.
I used to consider myself a failure at golf, then I gave up on golf. I am proud that I am trying now. I believe anything that we work hard on often feels more rewarding to us than the things that come easy.