i’m just coming through the fog of an epic hangover, and it didn’t involve a single glass of wine!
“Vulnerability is our most accurate measure of courage.”
recently, i heard someone speaking on the topic of failures and they said: “life is texture.” which sounds poetic, doesn’t it? but, how does it feel to be fully vulnerable and have it not work out? it doesn’t feel poetic. texture is rough. abrasive. uncomfortable. it isn’t ‘smooth as silk’ (also the – slightly misleading – tagline for thai airways!). it is more like the rug burn you get after one has been pulled out from under your feet.
over the past few months, i have been applying for my dream job, as principal at my school. i knew the timing wasn’t ideal, having just finished treatment. i knew success, for me, was going to be if i represented myself authentically. i knew that if i finished the process and people knew who i was and what i believed about learning, about leadership and about relationships than i had reached my goal. that sounds good, doesn’t it? according to that criteria, i was successful.
but, i didn’t get the job.
cue: vulnerability hangover.