When Failure Isn’t Really Failure

Endless Road

Recently I was reminded that when things may not turn out as we may have hoped, that it isn’t actually failure. However, I couldn’t understand how that could be. How could it not be failure if attempting to get into a program, finishing a project, or completing a task didn’t result in accomplishment?

Perspective.

That’s was what I was failing to see. From a completely different perspective I could see that what I wanted to accomplish had already taken place and my sense of failure was a realization that the universe was informing me of my next step. The perceived failure was just a moment in time – that particular path wasn’t right for me.

Sometimes we all need a realization of what isn’t the right fit and having that perspective is valuable to say the least.

A small reminder that not all paths are perfectly planned.

Simply here

Red heat rising

on my partial leather seats.

 

As White clouds dance

passing whispers through trees.

 

Filling lined pages

recalling True Blue dreams within dreams.

 

 

 

Slight Recognition

Over the last few weeks the word “action” has made its way into my idle thoughts on more than one occasion.  First, it was gentle, swaying in and out of my days, brushing against my brain with a slight tickle. It acted as a reminder to move, embrace, create anything! (I’d add follow-thru/finish, but that’s for another time.)  Now, the brush strokes aren’t so gentle and my day is filled attempting to focus on work. Action sits. Action watches. Action ever so often grabs my temples and presses so hard I have to declare its existence.

This is my acknowledgement.