I remember vaguely a story from my primary school reader in which a man was approached by a spirit of some sort and offered the choice of 'success without skill' or 'skill without success' in his ability to play the bagpipes. Without hesitation, he opted to have skill without success and so was granted outstanding skill and very great success. He became the most gifted of the McCrimmon pipers because he knew what was genuinely most important in life. I may have been very young when I read that, but that story has haunted me greatly throughout my life and so I have always wanted to have skill in everything that I do even if I have no success in anything. I have had to draw on this resolve in recent months in virtually every sphere of my life, and it is only because I remember what my true measure of success is that I have managed to survive.
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"Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power - a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment. - Marsha Sinetar
This is not to say that I have not had to lean on the shoulders of others. I have had many of you here on Lit spend time talking me down from the proverbial ledge. Many of you suspected that my brave smiles and playful nature masked the face of someone in great pain. You were kind to me when I couldn't be kind to myself and for this I thank you. I have chosen to surround myself with more of you instead of retreating into my private space to lick my wounds.
With my new understanding and acceptance of myself and the things that are most important to me I have welcomed new people into my life and found genuine delight in their company. Through this social growth I have found a slew of new friends who have reminded me about the things that I enjoy. My friends on The Playground are WONDERFUL, but some of my disappointment is that I often get left behind when their interests move on, or for that matter, if mine do. I may not have set the place alight with my stories and poems, but I have found some amazing new friends on other fora through which I would never have done if I hadn't stepped out and reached for something that was just beyond my grasp. My disappointment in the results of that leap of faith is what has brought them to me, since, were I more successful, we would have passed each other like ships in the night.
There is other, more personal psychological growth too. With my new maturity, I will not ascribe blame for my limiting circumstances to anyone else because this solves nothing. Even if someone else had a significant part to play in the outcome of my life the truth is that at the bottom line, my progress and my happiness, are my responsibility. I was the co-dependent person who did not move on when I realised years ago that my relationship was going nowhere. I was the one who allowed that opportunity at work or in life to pass me by!
As painful as it is, I have to be honest with myself about the effort that I made to make things work. Did I work hard enough to deserve that promotion? Did I really put enough spice into that sex scene for that story on this erotica site? Did I study enough for that exam? Have I really paid as much attention to my partner or to my friends as I think I have? Did I buy a ticket to see Jamaica qualify or to support the West Indies cricket team? Have I encouraged the right people in my life? If the answer to any of these questions casts me in a bad light then I will have to mourn my failures and learn to forgive myself as I would do my child if (s)he made a mistake for remember, I am the first child whom I ever loved. I have to extend a helping hand up in the form of consolation in the lesson learned from the situation, and celebrate mentally the fact that I am a stronger and wiser person for having learned that moral.
There is nothing magical about overcoming disappointment. There is nothing that I can do to banish disappointment permanently from my life except to die, and since I have no plans to do that anytime soon I have to learn to roll with life's punches. My attitude to life and my quest for happiness have to change. I cannot accept that I will never, ever be happy in life again if I am told that I will never have children of my own. I cannot stay down after being fired or after my spouse leaves me. I must not die myself if my child does, no matter how much I may want to. For to do that, I will allow the rest of my life to slip away unlived, and I will wake up one day aged 100, an EXTREMELY disappointed old lady.