From a young age we are taught to, “Finish what you start.” “Keep your eye on the prize.” And, “clean your plate.” What happens when your desires change mid-creation, mid-race or, horror of horrors – mid-meal? Do you stay because, “Well, I’ve put this much time into it, might as well finish it,” or some version of this? Do you keep going because to not finish is accepting failure?
What if failure wasn’t the worst choice? What if staying with something that no longer works for you is a fate worse than failure? And, if you’d really like to be on the fringe, what if failure is the trick that has trapped us, the lie that keeps us from creating the life, the business, the relationship we know is truly possible?
What if failure ACTUALLY looks like staying with the things that no longer serve us? What if what we call failure is just changing tracks?