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The exciting paradox of failure

July 31, 2019

I have a really strong memory of my association with failure.  I had read about coasteering, and it sounded fun.  I don’t really do detail, so didn’t see the finer points like, how high you actually are when you jump into the sea off a cliff face... 

 

 

“He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life”.  – Muhammad Ali

 

Having convinced a relatively new friend to take advantage of a cheap trip to Cornwall and “sold” her the merits of coasteering (as I saw them), we found ourselves by the coast, in wetsuits, having our briefing on the activity.  We were promptly turned to face the water for our first jump.  My friend chose to go first, and on approaching the edge became jittery and jelly legged.  As the on-looker I chuckled, wondering what was so difficult.  She finally jumps and my turn approaches.  I am excited, no fear…until I take the final step to the edge look down and feel the blood physically drain from every part.  My brain says “no way”, my legs don’t feel like they are attached to me, let alone be able to bend and propel me over.  I don’t even have the “you’ll feel amazing after” – I literally froze but wanted to run away.  My friend is bobbing around in the water below, and sees what I saw in her, moments earlier, “come on” she shouts.  I can barely hear.  She repeats.  I remain.  THEN, she shouts “come on Sheela, you never fail at anything”.  She’d barely finished her sentence, and I was off.  I plunge into the water, my eyes squeezed so tightly shut so I didn’t lose my contact lenses.  I’m so deep I start to wonder, will I make it back up (and various other expletives).  I do rise.  I am alive.  I give them the “OK” sign and the rush of awesomeness rushes through me.  I did it!  My reputation for pushing through things untarnished, but oh man that was at the edge of the limits.  We did a few more jumps that day, and the thrill of the jump didn’t always erase the fear of anticipation, which I found really curious.  Would I do it again?  The jury is out but I learnt from it.  I found that no, I don’t fail at things.  They might turn out a bit different to what I expected, but I find a way to get myself through, and see the incredible on the other side.  I think it comes down to your definition of failure and whether its final or dynamic.

 

So, to business.  Failing IS an option.  If we don’t consider it, then it will slap us in the face when we’re least expecting it.  Plan for it, and you’ve got the upper hand.

 

 

“I have not failed, I have just found 1000 ways that did not work”

– Thomas. A. Edison

 

What are you going to do if your business fails?  This might seem like a funny question to lead in with, but looking at contingency plans at the start has multiple benefits.  Firstly, it might actually help you think creatively about how to do things and come up with better ideas earlier.  Thinking about failing BEFORE you fail means you’ve researched the traps you might fall into along the way.  That increased awareness might actually help you not fall into them.

 

The dictionary definition is “the fact of someone or something not succeeding”

 

What does failure actually mean to you though? 

If you invest money in something and it doesn’t turn out “as expected” is that different to failing?  Following on from that, when you set out on this journey, did you look at all the options, identify “this” as an option and decide that would be a fail?  Now that you’re here, what have you learnt from the process?  Let use an example here.  Say you invested £2k in your business and the outcomes weren’t what you’d planned.  What would you do differently?  Or better put, what did you learn that you can take forwards and apply in future?  Then, take those learning points and ask, would you have achieved such rich learning had you spent it on a training course?

 

I’m questioning whether it’s a fail or an investment in your future? 

 

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new".

– Albert Einstein

 

On to my next anecdote.  I’m 18, working my summer to get ready to head off to University in the autumn.  I’d booked the day off my waitressing job to go and get my exam results.  On entering the gym hall, scouring the walls full of pages of results proved futile, so I head for my “envelope”.  The paper did not contain the letters I had hoped for.  I didn’t get the distinctions (A’s) I was predicted.  I remember with clarity this moment – standing in the hall, time froze, like the world had ended.  I had PASSED the exams, I just hadn’t done as well I was hoping/predicted to achieve.  The repercussions of this (in my watery eyes at the time) were incomprehensible.  What I did know (and was circling in my mind), were that the grades would have been good enough to attend the University I really DID want to go to (but was steered away from by school, for fear it was not prestigious enough).  I did not apply there (on this very advice), so this was not an option now (internal anger increasing).  I can’t really remember much after that moment, except getting offered a slightly different course (which didn’t appeal), a friend offering to take me for a trip to her old university where they had clearing places and on worrying about “missing the boat” a conversation with my mum which went something like “if you take a year out, I will make it so painful for you, you will be running off to university next year”. 

 

…I went with my friend and found a flexible course option which suited my interests.  I had a wonderful time, learnt lots, met great people of course now do something totally different to that marketing degree! I am still alive, and the world did not end that day.      

 

My conclusion.  Those “different” results, which could have been construed as failure, forced me to make different choices, that were my own, thus exposing me to a variety of people, situations and experiences, that I wouldn’t have had otherwise.  I am truly thankful for that.  I made it a success, and having to take that decision at that age, taught me early on that making my own choices when faced with “failure”, or just making my own choices full stop, means I am in control, so I decide what success and failure actually are.

 

What is the middle ground between failure and success?  Where does one stop and the other begin?  The early education “systems” we operated in tell us we can pass, merit, or maybe the elusive distinction and yet a fail is a fail, the end.  In your business, do you have levels of success or failure? Do you separate out where you want to be, for example what is your line in the sand on what failing or succeeding actually means?  What does “break-even” look like (is that your equivalent of a pass?), so then, what would a merit or distinction look like?  Would you be measuring financially, audience, clients or something else? 

 

I describe myself as a “Thought Provokateur” because I help people see things from a different perspective.  I hope I have done that here, and look forward to your comments and insights.  Maybe you have a further perspective to offer?  I’d love to hear it – lets talk soon!

 

 

 

Sheela Hobden is a Coach at bluegreen Coaching.  Following her own mental health battles, she now coaches individuals, runs training sessions and speaks at conferences.  She has a real passion for helping medics and healthcare professionals take as much care of themselves as they do their patients!  She has a PGCERT in Business and Personal Coaching, holds ACC member status with the ICF and is CIPD qualified.

 

 

Find her at  www.bluegreencoaching.com  or swimming in the sea, in Poole, Dorset.

 

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