The Beauty That Comes From Embracing Failure

The Beauty That Comes From Embracing Failure

Failure is inevitable, it's how we handle that failure that matters.


When babies are learning to walk, they fall and stumble often, but eventually, they learn to walk like pros. Life is kind of like learning to walk. In life, failing is inevitable, but if we don't get back up, we will never reach our goals. Failure is simply how we learn. Chances are, you don't get something right the very first time you try, and if you do - you are in the minority.

Learning to welcome failure is something I'm still working on, but it is one of the most freeing and enriching feelings. As a Christian, I sometimes question why God allows me to fail when He supposedly only wants good things for me. But then I turn to the Bible and look at people like Jonah who literally ran away from God when asked to do something or Peter who denied Jesus when he said he never would, and I remember that even they failed before they got it right.

One big reason I think failure hurts so much is because as humans, we are creatures of pride, and that is hard to overcome. Even some of the most humble people have a sense of pride that they try to protect in some way. When we mess up, we often feel vulnerable and exposed, at least that is the case for me. I don't know about you, but I prefer not to feel vulnerable or exposed. I prefer to stay in the bounds of my own comfort zone and avoid failure at all costs, but unfortunately, that's not where growth happens.

In the spirit of vulnerability, I've had many moments of "failure" that I can confidently say have molded me into the stronger person that I am today. When I entered college, I joined a sorority and succumbed to the pressure of going to parties. As a result, my grades reflected my poor choices, and my spiritual health did as well. I was placed on academic probation, which was a BIG fail in my book. Because of this, I turned things around very quickly. I pulled my GPA up leaps and bounds and began to focus on my relationship with Christ. Now I can proudly say I am a graduate of Clemson University, in my second semester of grad school at the College of Charleston, and my relationship with Christ is stronger than it has been at any other point in my life.

That, my friends, is a result of failure. This failure is something that I truly believe God had me to experience so that I could experience the abundant life that I have today. Now, when I question why God allows me to fail when he only wants good things for us, I look back on my own life and have the answer. My freshman year wasn't the first time I failed, and I'm sure it won't be the last. This might sound a bit odd, but I'm excited for the lesson the Lord has for me in my next failure because I know it will be beautiful.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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What I Wish I Knew About Life After High School Before I Had To Live It

Life after high school isn't always what you expected it to be.


So you're about to graduate high school and you think you have it all figured out. You and your best friends are going to stay close throughout college and you're going to take those long road trips in college to see each other. Think again.

Life after high school isn't always what you want it to be. You think you'll miss high school, you'll always be close with your high school besties, and you'll have all this free time in college. That's just not entirely true. I personally do not miss high school. I don't really talk to anyone I went to high school with on a regular basis, and I'm totally OK with that. I have friends in college that I believe will be my lifelong friends whereas my friends in high school didn't make an effort to keep in contact with me after high school.

I haven't had all the free time I've dreamed of in college, because I'm busy with school and meetings. When I'm not doing homework, I'm making sure the rest of my life is in order and all my stuff for school is in line. I'm not the crazy party girl that people think I am because of where I go to school. I'd rather sit in bed and watch Netflix than go out with my friends. I'm not a 4.0 student, but I work so hard in my classes just to make sure that I'm passing. I study a week before tests and still don't always make A's. And that's OK. It's not what I expected during my college years, but it's what's happening, and most of my friends are the same way.

Anne Marie Bonadio

Just know that life in college isn't all easy, breezy, and beautiful like Covergirl. It's hard and you will struggle whether it be in school or with your friends. College isn't always complete freedom. You'll be tied down with school and life and you won't have the free time that you always imagined. You won't always be best friends with your high school friends. You won't be taking those road trips because you won't be able to afford them, and if you're like me, your parents won't let you.

College won't be exactly what you dreamed it'll be, but it'll be some of the best years of your life.

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