A while ago, I failed to make donuts. I’m still learning lessons from that.
You see, I had tried to make ‘baked donuts’ as they were healthy – ok fine, healthier – and they were going to fill my house with the smell of cinnamon donutie goodness, but I got the recipe wrong. Badly wrong. I accidentally mixed all of the ingredients together instead of leaving some of them for the topping. The donuts refused to be donuts – they would not rise.
They did however make KICK ARSE sweet cinnamon bagels instead!
While I was chewing (and chewing and chewing) away at them, it did get me thinking about the concept of failure. You see, it didn’t matter that I had failed at making donuts. I’m glad they were still edible and they certainly were the talking (and chewing) point of the afternoon but ultimately it didn’t matter that it didn’t work out. Yes, I certainly still want to try *real* baked donuts but the main reason I made them was that I wanted to enjoy the making of them and the sharing of them, and I still got to do both. I was certainly frustrated about them not turning into what I had planned but they still tasted fine and the plateful of ‘bagels’ were eaten within the hour.
One of the things that I’d thought that I’d learnt from this event was to not fall into the trap of not doing anything unless I can make it right the first time. I tend to struggle with this. Until I know what I’m doing I find it hard to start – but of course how else am I going to learn?! This blog is the perfect example. I had an idea of what I wanted to do on here with ‘connecting to stories’, I started doing it and then it stopped singing to me and it didn’t seem to be doing much for you either. It was a nice idea but it wasn’t working for me, so I faltered and didn’t know what to do next. As I didn’t have a ‘new’ direction I didn’t know what to do in the interim. So I did nothing. That my friends was a stupid move. After all, even when things aren’t right, sometimes they are bagels.
So I’m back, serving bagels for your pleasure.