Series Of Small Wins Disguised as Fails

If I had a dollar for every time I tried "my next big idea" and failed...well, I wouldn't be rich, but I would have about $10. That's a lot of attempts at being good at something. Some days I feel like the female version of Phil Dunfy. Remember the episode of Modern Family where he wouldn't stop riding the elliptical because if he stopped it would confirm his beliefs that he was a total failure.

I didn't see it at the time, but hidden in all the failed projects, were little wins. A co-worker, and dear friend pointed it out to me. She said with each project, I gained a skill, an insight, a direction. It helped point me towards something I would find the most fulfilling.

But why did I torture myself with all these "side projects"? I had a good paying, full-time job. A nice house and a beautiful family. Why couldn't I find contentment? The nitty gritty is I wanted to create things. I wanted to make something of my own. No matter how much I was drowning in motherhood, work life, and all other things life throws at you. I was yearning to find that curious wonderment again. You know, how you felt as a child or young adult where you felt like you could do or try anything, and you were SO excited about it.

The failed projects were all things I found interesting. They failed because, either, they didn't keep my interest, or it didn't fit into my life during that time. I'm sure there's a few other reasons in there, too. The moral of this blog post is TRY THE DANG THANG! And if you fail, oh well. Look to see what it taught you. There's something there, I promise you.

FYI, if I continue this bloggy thing...I'll probably have terrible grammar because I'm doing it while rubbing together two brain cells. Thank the lord for spell check!

Tell me, what projects have you tried and failed. Have you found the thing that makes your heart happy yet?