Sunday Thoughts
On Failure.
On Friday I made the perfect galette ( and in case you are new around here, you know I love a galette). Before this perfectly buttery flakey, no soggy bottom, perfectly tangy yet sweet filling pastry, there were many failed ones in Spring Summer 2020.
I have failed many times and picked myself up again and again. I have failed in university exams, in assignments, in job interviews, with patients, in friendships, romantic partnerships, and in the kitchen. Currently, I’m failing to get my research right.
In my chosen profession, it is rarely talked about. It is excepted that you get it right. I speak with colleagues and there is discomfort around failure. Even in job interviews, we are excepted to talk about nonfailures, and let's not forget about the junior doctor who openly reflected on her failure and got shamed so publicly. Yet, one of life’s biggest thrills is overcoming the shortcomings failure brings.
Without the failed pastry ratios, wrong oven heat, really soggy filling, over spilling filling, there would not be this seamless dessert in the picture above. So I say we celebrate failures because they bring with them a redirection but also a process of growth. May this galette be a metaphor for my current failures and the joy of growth they have in store for future me..
“Do not judge me by my successes; judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.”