Perseverance is not my strongest suit.
I get easily distracted by the next shiny subject and drop the one that I just got bored with.
I can easily figure out others, but have trouble fixing myself.
Why do I stop pursuing one difficult task and quickly move to another? What am I afraid of?
It’s been taking me years to figure that out.
Last week I stumbled upon this quote by Winston Churchill:
There! I got my answer. And I didn’t need to lie on a lumpy couch and have a nosy therapist pick my brain and ask me all sorts of uncomfortable questions.
I am afraid of failures. Terrified is a better verb. (Or is it description?)
That’s why I drop doing something new and arduous as soon as the novelty of it starts fading.
Like the multitude of novels I have started over the years. None of them made it to Chapter Two. I’d rather fail as a writer than face the sneer of a smug, pretentious editor. Troubling, isn’t it?
That’s why I’ve started this blog. To face my fears. Face criticism.
Or complete silence from the world out there.
I will learn to face failure. And not just resign to it.
Embrace it with enthusiasm, post after post.