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I failed

Last week on my blog I wrote about poetry and the risk I felt in writing it. I wrote nobly about how failure would be good for me as it wasn’t all about grades. Which was alright to say when I hadn’t had a grade back. But now I have. And I don’t like it.

The mark took me back to getting 4% in my O’ Level physics class and the shame I felt.  Back to the the times where I didn’t make the first netball team, where I was reserve for the high jump, where my best friend, small and blond, got all the boys and I was the girl who they spoke to only to speak to her. 

Failure hurts and I had forgotten that, when I glibly wrote last week’s post.

Poetry in no way matters in the real world. No one cares. My life doesn’t depend on it, nor my work. Most of what I write is only read by other students, I haven’t put it out in the world yet, it feels too personal.

So maybe there’s the rub. The poems matter, I care about them and feel protective. They feel intimate, so a poor mark for them, feels like a poor mark for me because we are umbilically connected.

The mark feels like I’m not being seen or understood, which as I write that, is silly, because that isn’t the marker’s job, nor the reader’s, it is mine; my job to see and understand me. I gather fragments from my life and shape them into something more, something which for me, feels coherent and transcendent, giving me insight and clarity. Which is a gift in itself. But still failure hurts.

I’m a life coach and so know lots of cognitive techniques to cope with failure. I can rationalise, put into perspective, de-catastrophise, challenge negative thinking, look for alternative evidence, find  new narratives to counter the story of failure.  I can do all this and know it works.

But actually I want to feel this because I care about the poems.

Sometimes failure needs sitting with, needs acknowledging.  There is a loss in failure that needs attention and care, balm and kindness. When failure stings, we find what matters most to us and this can be rich feedback about our values and passion.

So this failure is sore and raw, but I will be curious about it and see what I learn.

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Julie Leoni

Julie Leoni

Coach, author, podcaster, facilitator, Yoga and psychology teacher, learner

I have over 30 years of experience and qualification in various therapeutic and meditation/mindfulness based approaches. I work with change. Some changes we chose, others happen to us.  Sometimes we know we want to change but don't know how. Sometimes we don't want to change but external events or people are forcing us to change. The menopause, children leaving home, the end of a relationship or job, becoming a parent, coming out, bereavement are just some of the personal changes I support people with. I also work with people who want to make changes to their life and wider world in response to social issues such as Covid, the climate crisis and racial, sexual and gender inequalities. Times are changing whether we want them to or not and we need to be nimble, agile, curious and open in order to part of the new story emerging. Work with me to get clear on what matters to you, what makes your heart sing and what kind of future you want for yourself and those you love. It is possible to live differently, get in touch to explore how.

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