I have been fired from two career, 401-k, retirement eligible jobs. So what? You might ask. But if you only knew the age at which I accomplished this feat you might raise an eyebrow- or two. But those are stories for another time.
Fluent in Failure. (Making that the title of my first post might have been a little overkill.) But you know what they say about overkill… Well, actually neither do I. As much as I’d like to say that I have a sexy foreign accent when I speak English like Sofia Vergara or Antonio Banderas (Is he still making movies?) I can’t. But wait, I do speak a second language, it’s just not Spanish or even French… It’s Failure. Yes. I am Fluent in Failure. (Ok now it’s overkill. Finally.) The situations I am capable of failing in are… Well, incredible. And yes, my parents are very proud of me, I can assure you of that.
If you, like me, consistently excel at fucking things up, you also might begin to wonder what the “language” of your life might be. And when you finally pull back the curtain to reveal the wizard that is tricking you into calamity after calamity; All you find is a small mouse, on a wheel, running for dear life. Then it becomes all to clear: There is no wizard to blame. Just yourself and your mighty choices. I am Fluent in Failure because… (drum roll please.) It’s the only other language I ever bothered to learn.
Fluent in Failure 