There are times the fear of failure is crippling.
It manifests in many ways—a lack of planning because I fear I cannot possibly fit all in, a lack of doing because I fear I will ruin the costly and beautiful supplies I have bought, a lack of loving because I fear I will get hurt.
It’s a lot to carry around.
I don’t know if everyone drags these fears around with them. I do know that, for me, fear of failure stops me from realizing a good many of my dreams.
If I had a boggart, it would probably look a lot like me.
But what would I do if I knew I would not fail?
Would I write more?
Would I brave stepping outside the curriculum and do more hands-on projects with the children?
Would I take more chance, put myself out there, try something new?
This begins the week that will end in Michaelmas. I would encourage everyone who is reading this to take the time to think about what you fear. And then… be like Ms. Frizzle from The Magic School Bus. Take chances. Make mistakes. Get messy. Acknowledge your fear and then move past it.
Because as trite a platitude as it might seem, the only true failure is in not trying. Because success is measured not in outcomes but in the very act of doing, as long as you try, you cannot fail.
Firmly on the earth I stand,
Michael’s sword within my hand.
When I conquer fear, the dragon’s chains I tightly bind,
Michael’s light within my mind.
When I thrust against the monster’s pride,
Michael is at my side.