Yesterday, I spent five hours reworking, tweaking, and fine tuning a video script. This was new territory and it was terrifying. At one point, as my eyes grew weary, I wondered if I should just admit defeat and tell this ad agency that they have the wrong person.
I was reminded that my youngest son, who is the example of stepping outside of his comfort zone, says that the reason he often tries new things is that he is simply following my lead. During one of my breaks yesterday, I phoned a friend to reason the insanity going on internally out with her. She was quick to share that because I had been put in a box with my other writing duties, this was a chance to explore a new arena. This new area was like going to a foreign country and not being able to speak the language.
I used to be afraid of the idea of failure. As if that would define me, but I am grasping the concept that without failure there isn’t success. If I don’t show up and try new things, then I don’t allow myself the experience. Failure isn’t about not doing something right, it is all about not trying it at all.
So, after five hours of rehashing, revisiting, and seeking improvements, I sent it off to the team at the ad agency. Of course, after I sent it I was thinking of all the things I could do to improve it and that maybe I would work more on it and send it again. Then I paused. I took a big deep breath and exhaled with the conclusion that I showed up, completed the task, and was willing to learn something new. That is success in itself.