Last week, I went to an “Urban Campfire“, a night for entrepreneurial women to come together to share stories, not about business, but about life, over dinner and drinks. There were five awesome speakers (my friend Jen being one of them) who told personal stories around the theme, “Rising From the Ashes.”
They opened up about relationship struggles, about recreating old patterns, ignoring their inner voices, about unbearable abuse and pain, including a woman whose baby and husband both died, about traumatic health scares and so many BIG SCARY things. The common thread through each story though, was that they all got through it: lessons learned, insight gained, perspectives shifted.
And their stories, as painful and hard to live through as they must have been, all led to these women, standing strong and brave before our eyes, baring themselves, inspiring and connecting us.
When it was dinner and dessert time, around our individual tables we were asked to answer some questions with one another. First up…
“What’s your biggest failure, and what did it lead to?”
I heard women from 30-something to 60-something opening up about their failed marriages, about having to declare bankruptcy (3 of them had!), of being misunderstood and not accepted by family, of health issues, of wanting to be better mothers- more BIG stuff.
So when it came time for me to share, the spiel I had been rehearsing in my head about how “well, I don’t really believe in failure, but if I did, I guess I’d say that my biggest failure is not being able to fully show my true self, come out of my shell, and these are the ways I’m working on it…” fell away, and instead, my mouth just spilled open…