Back in my 20s I held 7 different jobs in 11 years. That meant 7 “first days” — finding the coffee machine, meeting colleagues, imprinting names while shaking hands, signing forms, training, ever smiling, trying not to walk into a wall or closet.
One first day stands out. I had to enter the trading room of Dean Witter, not only late, but also wearing a large white bandage on my chin, having tripped while jogging along Chicago’s lakefront at 5AM that morning, certain that I was outrunning a mad rapist, which was actually a puzzled squirrel — it was a bloody affair necessitating a trip to the ER to get stitches.
Then there was a new job where I apparently slipped through the cracks of Human Resources. I had been hired by a regional manager in Chicago and I thought it would be important to visit the NY office to meet the traders. After my visit, I returned to Chicago where the manager who had hired me was no longer an employee. And when I called the NY office to chat with my new trader-friends, those whose hands I had just shook were gone as well. It gradually dawned on me that they had forgotten to fire me. Paycheck or not, it was time to quit.
I hated first days and new jobs.
But I also knew that if I didn’t take risks, face challenges, I’d never find fulfilling work. I would remain in my first role — not even a secretary, a secretary to a secretary. (I took a mean short-hand, by the way – a skill set I am quite proud of!)
There is such a thing as good stress in which you stretch yourself. You put on a brave face and take on uncomfortable challenges where you can learn and grow — even if you wind up being forgotten, fired, or embarrassed.
Failures are harsh but instructive.
The Swiss tennis player, Stan Wawrinka, has a tattoo on his left forearm that inspires him to take risks and learn from life’s failures. It’s a Samuel Beckett quote that reads –
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No Matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
That saying, Fail Better, speaks volumes. It reminds us retired folks that life still entails learning and growing. IF – and it’s a big IF – we take risks.
Volunteering. Socializing. Reading. Calling friends and family. Writing notes. Trying recipes. Taking classes. Traveling. Even finding new work at Jewel, Starbucks, the Library (surely, SOMEone wants us?!).
So when failure slaps you in the face, remember Stan Wawrinka, and say, No Matter! Fail again! Fail Better!
You don’t have to get a tattoo, however…
Today’s Takeaway –
-Stress can indeed be good, if it propels you to take a risk.
-Hey, maybe a tattoo is in your future… no judgement here!!
Enjoy the ride!
xox Barclay and Joy