I think we should all get a little more comfortable with failure. It is a fact of life and perfection is a scam no one should aspire to.
But does there come a point when one becomes too comfortable with failure? That the failures that continue to occur is the only way you know how to live and you never step out of that comfort zone?
None of the things I think I’ve wanted most in my life have happened for me. Yes, I am 35 and yes many would consider that still young, but I did think that by this point I would have one thing that made me believe that I was on the right path; a short story published, an agent, an interested publisher in my children’s book, that The Rolodex Revival would slowly but surely take off to the point where I could do the work full time…but, as you may have guessed, none of that has happened. In the 15 years that I’ve been seriously writing and in the 13 years since the inception of the Rolodex Revival, nothing of consequence has happened.
At what point do you let the dream go? At what point do I give up on something I have never gone a day without considering, dreaming of, or trying to accomplish?
I can’t seem to think of anything else to do with my life that will satiate my need for creativity, a mostly solitary work environment, control over my life, yet still giving me financial means. Writing and my own business consume me and clearly that’s not enough.
So what would you do? If after reading this rambling, mostly meaningless post and it speaks to you, tell me what I should do in the comments.