Just a reminder that I've moved to my new site jasonropp.com. I'll still leave old posts up for reference, but no new material will be on this site.
Enjoy!
Moving Day
It has been 218 posts since I started this blog, which my mother compiled for me in paperback form as a graduation present. If you'd like a copy let me know and I can get you one. Otherwise I'll be leaving this sight up for reference in case you want to find an old post.
Learning From Each Other
Last post I talked about my own failure, (Click the link to check it out). Now I'm curious.
How do you deal with failure (big or small) in your own life?
Have you failed in a way that produced something beautiful?
I'd love to hear your comments.
How do you deal with failure (big or small) in your own life?
Have you failed in a way that produced something beautiful?
I'd love to hear your comments.
Learning to Love Failure.
Perfectionism takes various animal shapes, some more deadly than others. Mine would be a sloth, or maybe an Eeyore; I can't do things as good as I'd like so I don't bother doing them. In school, I typically finished projects by staring at the computer screen for an hour, reassuring myself that if I just turn in the paper, the worst that could happen is that I'd get a low B. It's a bit depressing when you consider almost everything to be failure before you're even finished.
In my world, everything is in some sense failure, it's never perfectly what it should be. Our faith, art, play, and relationships are all typically mediocre. Even the best at anything find critics.
I set a goal recently, to write 2,000 words a day. I'm 0 for 4. Day 1 I got in a solid 1,700. Day 2-3 I was recording guitar all day and didn't write at all. Today I've done about 800, plus however long this blog is. This is all failure to my perfectionist mind.
But even my failure is getting me closer to where I want to be. Failure means I'm trying, it means I'm one step closer to where I want to be.
In my world, everything is in some sense failure, it's never perfectly what it should be. Our faith, art, play, and relationships are all typically mediocre. Even the best at anything find critics.
I set a goal recently, to write 2,000 words a day. I'm 0 for 4. Day 1 I got in a solid 1,700. Day 2-3 I was recording guitar all day and didn't write at all. Today I've done about 800, plus however long this blog is. This is all failure to my perfectionist mind.
But even my failure is getting me closer to where I want to be. Failure means I'm trying, it means I'm one step closer to where I want to be.
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