On my ski weekend trip to WA, I took a slight spill, landing backwards on my elbows. I was nervous because I’d been experiencing some pain in my right elbow for about three weeks prior. During my trainer workouts, it was suggested to me that I had injured joints or ligaments.
As I picked myself up off the snow, I straightened my elbow, expecting great pain. However, all tenderness was gone. Apparently, my elbow pain was due to the joint being out of whack and my fall had popped it into place.
The fall, although painful, had brought about healing.
As I headed down the hill, the wind whipping across my face and the powder wish-wish-wishing below my board, many thoughts passed through my mind. I remained boggled by the fact that my elbow no longer hurt and then it occurred to me that this experience was not unique.
Often times, falling (or failing) can bring healing to my life.
The thing about screwing up is that you can’t dwell in the failure. There is only one choice and that is to move forward. I know many people who spin and stress and make mountains out of molehills, but frankly, that never helps.
I fail all of the time, but throughout the years, I’ve learned to pick myself up and move on…one step at a time. Eventually, I’m able to look back and see the lesson I was meant to learn. And in each failure, I learn something new and healing is brought to my life. Sometimes, it’s profound and sometimes, the moving forward IS the healing.