You fall flat on your face. So what do you do? Do you sit
there and waddle in your misery? Do you sit there and throw a pity party for
yourself? Do you sit there and stay down and keep beating a dead horse
wondering where you went wrong? NO! You pick yourself back up again. You keep
going, no matter how many times you fall you pick yourself up and you keep
moving forward.
I read a book by John C Maxwell that said you can’t be
afraid to make a fool of yourself, and that resonated with in me. You are going
to fail if you want to be successful. I have fallen so many times. Three major
times to count, but I have gotten back up.
For my writing specifically, I have fallen, I have made a
fool of myself – I have literally exposed myself and made myself look like an
idiot but I have gotten back up and recreated myself. It’s never too late.
The beauty, if you can find it, of having Bipolar disorder
is that you literally fall flat on your face several times and you build a
level of resilience that not many people have. You become so used to the rise
and fall of your emotions and the drawbacks and the setbacks that come with it
that in order to survive you have to build a level of resilience. If you don’t,
this disorder will eat you alive!
re·sil·ience
/rəˈzilyəns/
noun
noun: resilience; noun: resiliency;
plural noun: resiliencies
the
capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness.
"the
often remarkable resilience of so many British institutions"
the
ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity.
"nylon
is excellent in wearability and resilience"
The ability to bounce back into
shape. That is so interesting. Can you spring back into shape and rebound
quickly?
I have recently ventured into the
dating world. And I have learned that my resilience is even apparent there. My
resilience even astounds me. It’s not that I have a heart of stone and I don’t
allow anyone to penetrate my soul. I feel and I feel things deeply. I crush H A
R D. I fall FAST. But I recover quickly, and my resilience shows.
I dive head first but I swim to the
top and I dive again. And I won’t give in just because of a setback. So I belly
flopped a few times. It won’t keep me from climbing out of the water and
practicing my dive until I have perfected it.
You cannot be afraid to try, and keep on trying until you succeed. Resilience is so paramount to success. My writing wouldn’t be where it is at today if I didn’t flop a few thousand times before I actually became bold enough to share it. Even then I played peek a boo. And now here I am.
Here I am and here I stand.
Be resilient today. 
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