“What if I fall?”
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?
~ Erin Hanson
“What if I fall?” is a question that I have asked myself, in all its forms, at least once a week.
- “What if I fail in Korea?”
- “What if the students hate me?”
- “What if my new reward system doesn’t work?”
- “What if I never learn how to ride a bike?”
- “What if I get hurt?”
- “What if these pants give me a muffintop?”
- “What if they laugh at me?”
- “What if they reject me?”
And some advice I am going to give myself, and everyone like me (people drowning in self-doubt, I am talking to you) is:
We’re all going to fail at stuff from time to time. That is OKAY! Make a cup of tea (or reach for that bottle of wine), cry it out, rant for a while, and learn from it. Taking risks can be really eye-opening. And a risk isn’t necessarily jumping on a plane and moving to Alaska. For example, a few weeks ago I tried my hand at baking. I was attempting a South African treat I have always loved: the crunchie. Now, to put it mildly, I suck at baking. It is a curse. But I decided to give it a go because, really, what was the worst that could happen?
Well, true to form, I burnt the shit out of them. But I learnt from it. Turn down the oven. Use parchment paper. Don’t forget there is something in the oven. It sounds silly, but for me, baking is a risk. I leaped, I fell, and my house smelled like charred oats for hours. But the point is, I tried. And I didn’t get down on myself for wasting those (sinfully expensive) gluten-free oats. I guess my point, hidden away in stories of oats and muffintops, is never stop trying. We learn, we grow, and damnit WE SHALL CONQUER!!
Just something to think about 🙂 I know it’s something I need to work on!
Have a beautiful week!
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