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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 20 :: driving into failure

20 Jan
I first learned to drive when I was a teenager. My parents didn’t let me near the “real” car until I proved my stellar skills at holding a paper plate in one hand as a “pretend steering wheel” and a baseball bat in the other as a “pretend stick shift”. I rolled my eyes a lot as teenagers do but it was a good exercise in patience and practice.

My fiend Lindsey’s mom then took us out into a rocky, dried up, field of sage brush and let us practice giving each other whiplash as we figured out how to maneuver the “real” stick shift and put a “real” car into gear. I’m confident we disturbed the wildlife living under those Idaho lava rocks (snakes!) but the roads were safe until we mastered the art of driving.

We then took Drivers Ed and were issued the card of teenage freedom.  A drivers license.

I’ve been driving ever since and have never looked back. Until today. I failed my drivers license test. Seriously. I’ve been putting off changing over my license until I had all the surgeries behind me. (What I should have done was study the manual during my recoveries!)

I have to say today was not a moment of bliss as I starred at those big letters pop up across the testing computers screen screaming FAILURE. I was just one question short of passing. One question! ARG!

The good news is that I can go back tomorrow.
Second chances are good, maybe not blissful, but I’ll take it (AGAIN!$%$3@!!).

More tomorrow. 

 {looking for a second chance?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 328 :: just do it, the moment of failure

26 Nov

What was your peak performance moment of the day?

As we wrap up a short work week over here and get ready to celebrate some serious PIE and TURKEY, I am happy to report my new record.

One minute and forty one seconds! 

That was my plank today. I am amazed at what showing up and sticking to a routine can do for the body. Specifically for my pilates plank. If you have been around here for a while, you know that I started off at 30 seconds. I keep inching forward, every week, without practice, to a longer plank.

And it’s getting easier. Because I keep showing up. Even on days when I don’t feel like it, when I’m tired, when I’m sad, when I’m worn out, stressed out and laid out.

I keep showing up and doing that damn plank.
And you know what, it keeps getting better. Because I am pushed to the moment of failure. I go until my arms shake so hard my body starts to lose it’s grip.

But it’s the moment of failure that makes me stronger. (Isn’t that always the case?)

And that makes me remember some really important advice:
Stick to it.
Keep on it.
Just do it. 

Here’s to your peak performance. 

More tomorrow. 

P.S. Official invite here. If you are a fan of Abraham-Hicks you will find my next peak performance interview fascinating with a capital F (as in blow your mind).  Click here to learn more.


 {what can you stick to, keep up, just do?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 119 :: 21-day spring clean: just fail already!

29 Apr

You just screwed up. Now what? 

Time to count your blessings.

Failure. Blessings.
One in the same really, aren’t they?

Each failure I have experienced has brought me more lessons, learnings, insight. And it always leads to improvement.

 “To avoid failure is to limit accomplishment.” – Will Rogers

Like the jobs I have lost (pink slip anyone?).
The relationships that have fizzled and the great, big accomplishments that have fallen short.Or even the pizza crust I totally screwed up a few days ago.

The blessing is in the learning. Now I know what I will do next time, whether it’s a business or a pizza crust recipe.Which brings me to our Spring Clean tip of the day…

Day 12 Spring Clean:  Just Fail Already!

I have personally spent way too much time in my life trying to be perfect, or the best, or even just better than the thing right next to me.

It comes from a fear of failure.
Specifically, a fear of the unknown and a strong will to be in control.

Which works out great when everything goes your way, when hard work is all that you need to succeed. But it leaves you sitting flat on your face and pretty empty when forces beyond your control take over.

Which is precisely when embracing failure is well, fabulous!

“Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness.” – Oprah Winfrey

So, fail away! Bring on the bust! Honor the totally unsuspected and groundbreaking whoop-sie-do!

Count your blessings and your failures.
And let the lesson in.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),

{What will be your next great goof?}

Day 39: fear, food and failure

8 Feb

The three things I fear most:

1) cooking
2) cantaloupe
3) spiders

I’ll tell you why.

Let’s start with the obvious: spiders.
When I was twelve years old, doing my duty of trimming the lawn, I bent down to move a large rock out of the way (heading my father’s advice to never put the trimmer blade over a rock for fear it would ricochet up to my eye socket and leave me blind), just as I reached the tip of the rock it sprung eight legs and scurried up the fence.

I did what any rationale twelve year old girl would do …shrieked and ran away.

I fear spiders. I am completely aware of the fact that it is irrational, ridiculous and quite silly. But I do.

Actually, I fear ordering any fruit in a restaurant.

Every time I order a fruit salad it comes with cantaloupe. Blahhhhk!  Cantaloupe contaminates everything it touches. Cantaloupe juice leaks out of each little rind and infects the strawberries, bananas, blueberries and raspberries with toxic cantaloupe taste.

Watermelon I can live with, but cantaloupe is just icky and restaurants are quite nonchalant about where they put it — like on my plate!

I love eating, but I hate cooking. It drives me crazy. I don’t like the planning, the measuring, the recipe following. If it were just up to me, I could exist on coffee and granola with a heap of salad on the side, thank you very much.

That was a long story to tell you this: I failed.
I am no longer cooking. My strategy to cook every other day has fizzled. I am a total failure in the culinary department. I just stopped doing it. It was part of my promise to cook every other day, and I’m not.

It makes me think: Maybe I bit off more than I can chew?

It’s like Goal Setting 101.
So, now, instead of cooking every other night, I will do the food shopping. Start at square one, first base, walk before I run… you get the picture.

I am still learning what goes into my food (as well as where the hell they keep the ground mustard in the grocery store). In the meantime, I am very fortunate to have a partner who loves to cook.

I can do lots of wonderful things in the world with my skills and talents, but whip up a chemistry experiment (a.k.a. dinner) with raw ingredients is not yet in my repertoire. And that’s okay.

Maybe I am afraid of failure. Maybe I just don’t value spending time in front of the stove. Maybe, I just need to find more motivation. I don’t know.

I do know this:
If it is not working, try something else.

And, shopping! That, I can do.

Day 5: one “F”-ing year

5 Jan

I almost titled this blog One “F”-ing Year — really.

When I told my boyfriend this title he wrinkled up his nose and said: “isn’t that kind of negative?”

Which is exactly why I didn’t use it. I thought it might be too dreary, too much of a downer.

And this year is supposed to be an upper.

The reason I almost used the “F”-ing title is because I have become obsessed with F-words. Not “THE” F-word which I have to admit when used appropriately is very powerful.

Actually, I am obsessed with these very powerful F-words:


And then there are The Big Five:
1) Family
2) Friends
3) Fortune
4) Food
5) Failure

I have a developing hypothesis: (I am still working out the details so bare with me here) I think all my purchases really revolve around The Big Five. My reptilian brain lives to please, avoid, attract or placate The Big Five.

My shopping, my activities, my energy level, all listen to The Big Five. As well as what I choose to eat, wear, do, see, believe, and sometimes disregard.

The challenge: how to honor The Big Five and still listen my own heart, head, body and soul.

I’ll write more about this as the year evolves and my hypothesis, no doubt, will too.

And… please tell me: Am I missing an F-word on my list?

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