Whether I fall on my feet or fall on my arse, I dunno. You’ve got to take those risks.
I guess, historically, I was always the kind of girl who enjoyed pushing herself and taking risks. This was lost along the way somewhere. As I was squished by marital circumstance so was my bravery.
The last 7 years have shown me that I’m still that girl. And now I am back to my old self.
In spite of my fear of failure I am learning to accept that sometimes I will fall on my arse. The thought of this happening is terrifying, and Sir is very good at reminding me it’s part of the journey. That this is part of learning. One of the risks of vulnerability, of facing new experiences.
The more times I risk falling on my arse, the greater the opportunity to land on my feet. And the more times I do that, the more evidence I have that I wont necessarily land on my backside.
And if I do take a tumble…?
It’s never as bad as I imagined. I just pick myself up, and try again.
Give it a go, take a chance. You might just surprise yourself!
If you’ve enjoyed the knickers on display in Feet Or Arse: LiFE Lesson #8 then check out the bra from the same set here- LiFE Lesson #5