Why I’m Risking Failure For The First Time In My Life

Why I'm Risking Failure For the First Time In My Life | Liveyourownadventure.orgPart of living an adventure is looking beyond the safe route and choosing to live the life you want for yourself, now and in the future.

I’ve spent the majority of the last year conquering fear and risking failure more times than I can count. I’m being honest when I say it’s been the worst and best year of my life.

I can’t say it’s been the worst because I haven’t sat in a cubicle since November 24th, 2014 (not like I’m keeping track or anything). But it definitely compares to being five years old playing T-Ball.

Most kids love sports and the competition of a great game. Not me. I was the kid stuck in outfield kicking dirt and praying the ball wouldn’t come to me.

Until one day it did.

I ran to scoop up the ball and threw it as hard and awkward as my short arms could muster. My moment of glory quickly faded when the ball rose and fell before it even reached the baseline. The kid got a home run and I felt like a complete failure.

I decided early on I despised feeling failure.

Choosing to forgo the safe route of a salaried 9-5 and risk failure pursuing a completely different line of work was something entirely new to me. It required staring fear and failure in the face and picking myself up by my bootstraps more times than I can count.

I can’t even say I’ve done it on my own. I’ve had friends and strangers encourage me and believe in me in moments I needed it most. Somehow I’ve kept going. As each hurdle is conquered I stop holding my breath and remember to breathe again. Then I’m reminded why I’m doing this and why it’s worth it.

It’s worth risking failure right now.

There, I said it. Do you want to know why?

Because something is happening here. Something deep inside, but also something on the surface. I have a goal for myself. A goal to be location independent and work from anywhere in the world. Or work from my own freaking couch if I feel like it.

You see, I value sweet, sweet freedom. I want to own my time and my location. I want to create something with my hands or my heart to benefit more than just myself.

I want to find myself in serendipitous conversations with strangers. I want to be surprised by joy, fleeting moments, and deep belly laughter.

I want to get better at betting on myself. I want to work hard and know I’m building my own dream, not someone else’s.

So I have to be ok with the “what if’s”. I have to risk failure. I have to have that awkward conversation on dates when they ask, “So, what do you do?” (Sigh).

Because my end goal is worth it. I have a vision and there’s no turning back.

In reality, the journey has included fear and failure, yes, but I’ve experienced even greater success. Today I write content and clients pay me to do it for them.

You see, I took a risk. I risked failure and it’s actually working.

Rather than kicking dirt in the outfield praying the ball doesn’t come to me, I’m choosing to put myself in the game.


Question for you: what has fear kept you from doing this year?

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