I started an online course about personal branding through Domestika, and I was asked to write about a time I failed, which I have been mulling about since the previous evening.
I don’t think I have anything to write about, which is very telling.
I have nothing interesting to say, and I generally do not fail. I am moderately okay to quite good at the things I try to do, both at corporate work and my creative endeavors.
Maybe I don’t do things I don’t think I’ll be good at- which might be the reason for not having anything to write about. Sure, there are things I wish I have handled differently, but there’s nothing worth writing about.
If I were an ice cream flavor, I’m vanilla. The plain kind, not even the one with added vanilla beans for texture.
The point of the exercise is to reflect on how failure has made you a better artist, entrepreneur, person. And I am not a better artist, entrepreneur, person. I’m a bean-less vanilla ice cream of an artist. I am moderately okay to quite good- never exceptional.
This past year, I have been itching to create, and to learn new things. The anticipation of motherhood made me exceptionally restless. Actual motherhood made me tired and frustrated. Maybe the change of my circumstances will lead to something great- to actual failures and to adventures and to becoming a better artist.