08 Jun A spoonful of my own
There is a relationship between risk/innovation/mistakes/failure.
I failed last week at something I wanted to go well. I spent all of Saturday in my head beating myself up…
Waste of time. Doesn’t make me better. Self indulgent.Â I’m sitting there at a campsite with 20 or so kids and distracted in my head by something I “tried” that did not work the way I wanted it to.
Innovation only happens on the heels of the things that didn’t go well. Yet, I am seduced by doing things the same so I don’t feel like an ass when it doesn’t work out.
I fear I might become my own little strip mall.Â Vanilla and repeatable.
When traveling I purposely avoid strip mall eating and instead try to find something untried and potentially scary.Â Â I risk my evening tummy for an avoidance of the known and average.Â Â Â 25% of the time I am pleased, 15% of the time I get sick and the other percentage no change.
Risk was easier, BB.Â (before baby)Â Now that I am the sole financial support of this little guy and his Harvard college education I am often afraid of risk.Â Of losing a client, messing up his life.Â Â I get hobbled by this.
So do the organizations I work in.Â We get hobbled when we have something we could lose.Â We go to the known so we can be safe.
Safe may be warm and cozy – it isn’t as interesting.Â Â Or is it?Â Am I just a product of my childhood?Â My sister and didn’t justÂ go around on the merry-go-roundÂ – we had to invent knew ways of throwing that ring into the mouth of the clown.Â Â It was much more fun that way and she was a lot better at it. Each rotation we had a new way of hanging off the side of that horse – until they kicked us off after a couple of warnings.
Rambling.Â Â Â I must get a better relationship with failure.