Writing more was one the things I wanted to improve on this year, so, I have decided to embark on this 30 days, 30 minutes challenge. The rules of this challenge is to write unprepared posts for 30 minutes each day for 30 days. I first learnt of this challenge last year when Arielle Estoria did it on her blog and I’ve been wanting to participate since then. Oh! editing will be very limited too.
I want to start of by talking about failure!
*I know! who wants to talk about failure?! *
A couple of weeks ago, my aunt was braiding my hair and the subject of me taking the bar exam came up in front of another person. As I was going to disclose to this person that I had failed the bar exam, my aunt slapped my arm and told me not to tell this person that I didn’t pass the exam when I took it. The exam I failed I took last year.
I retook the exam last week. Today someone was asked me about what I’ve been up to and I was telling the person what I’ve been doing lately and I told the person I recently took the bar exam. except I didn’t add AGAIN.
Since my time with this person earlier today, I’ve been asking myself why we are so hush about our failures. I understand the disappointment and pain reliving our failures can bring . I also understand why it is our business and our business alone to keep our failures to ourselves. But what I don’t understand is why we hide it because of shame. I firmly believe that everyone has at least failed at one thing since they’v been alive. So why is it so taboo to fail and even worst let people know that you indeed have failed?
I remember I was so embarrassed when I first found out that I didn’t pass my exam. I was afraid that people would think I didn’t work hard enough or I wasn’t intelligent enough. So what I did was avoid conversations about it and avoid people whom I knew will ask me about my results.
After weeks of not talking about my failure, I decided to be open about it and just be straightforward with people. The fact of the matter was, I failed! and there was no shame in that. Sharing my failure, I found allowed people to acknowledge their own failures or be comfortable with it. I also found that people knowing about my failure gave them the opportunity to help or advice. Granted some of the advice was unsolicited and useless, nonetheless, most were helpful and encouraging .
I think most of us will always be embarrassed about our failures, but I believe sharing our failures makes us more human and give us an encouraging story to tell when we do succeed.
so much love