I got a new razor for the first time in forever and now my left leg is bleeding profusely from three tiny wounds. The nicks themselves are nearly invisible, but you’d never know that from the blood rivulets that came waterfalling out of them. It’s just overly dramatic and I wish my leg would stop it already. It’s like those soccer players who assume the fetal position and howl whenever another player bumps into them by accident. Just stop it already. You’re not gonna die, legs. STOP BLEEDING SO MUCH.
So I’m sitting here in shorts, waiting for my leg to scab up enough to put on jeans and not have gratuitously graphic blood stains spread all over them. It feels pretty Capital-L-On-The-Forehead Loser. But my whole week felt pretty Loserly, so it’s par for the course.
I’ve been doing Ashley Tries for a while now and my main discovery during the process is that one of the common side effects of trying is failing. I’ve also realized I hate failing. I hate failing so much that sometimes I don’t want to try, just in case I fail at it. But the irony is that failing to try is way more loserly than trying and failing. I know that. I still don’t like it.
This week’s Ashley Tries was supposed to be featuring accessories and I don’t think I did it well at all, so I’m going to try again next week. Take 2 on Accessorizing. It’s not that I failed at putting on accessories, I just lacked focus and intention and, to be completely honest, I lost interest in my Try this week. That’s what made it a fail for me. This week just happened to me. I prefer to happen to the week. I want the week to look back at me and think WHAT JUST HAPPENED?
That’s not to say I didn’t learn anything this week. I learned a ton this week. But most of what I learned wasn’t about accessorizing.
Things I learned this week:
- In order to get more done, I need to wake up earlier. I learn this lesson every week, without ever really absorbing it. There are many lessons that fall into this category, including: If I don’t make a list, I’ll forget things at the grocery store and I won’t have clean clothes until I actually clean my clothes. The Vicious Cycle kind of lessons. The lessons that are solved through self discipline and a good solid routine. I fail so much, guys. I FAIL ALL THE TIME.
- I’m way more likely to cry-laugh when I’m tired. I laughed until I cried a lot this week. Over random stuff. Over that mouse in Cinderella who is sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to untie his tail. Over not-that-funny jokes that in the moment WERE that funny. Cry-laughing tends to derail work meetings, by the way. Lesson learned.
- If I want something, I have to ask for it. Nobody is able to read my mind. I’m not able to decipher my own mind a lot of time and I really shouldn’t expect other people to do what I don’t want to do. It’s easy to think, “If they really love me, they should know what is up with me.” But sometimes I don’t know what’s up with me, so how could they possibly know? Asking is not admitting defeat. It’s just something I have to do.
- If it was possible to fidget to myself death, I’d already be dead. I wore a ring for the first time in forever this week and I am SUCH A FIDGETY PERSON. That ring was twisted every which way, taken on and off, and thought about way too much throughout the day. I’m going to have to try again next week, just to see if I can get better at wearing a ring. Accessory fail.
- I tend to rely heavily on the things that I’m good at and avoid the things I’m not good at. I stay well within my comfort zone on most things. And since my comfort zone doesn’t necessarily look like anybody else’s comfort zone, I can get an undue reputation for boldness/confidence/bravery. I wear weird outfits and post the outfit results every day and I’m a scaredy cat. My fears aren’t obvious from the outward facade that I’m pretty good at presenting to the world. My fears involve me not being respected, being a failure, and being a flaky person who doesn’t fulfill any of her obligations. Sometimes my drive comes from trying to prove myself wrong about myself. It’s stupid, but it’s true.
- Not feeling pretty isn’t the same as being ugly. That seems obvious, but when I’m tired and I don’t feel pretty, it seems like a safe assumption that I’m just a hideous person. Intellectually, I know that I looked perfectly normal this week. But I felt like a troll. A fat ugly troll who lives under a bridge and gets annoyed at how loudly goats walk.
- My job is great, but difficult to explain. I emailed the US Department of Labor last week and didn’t even think that it was weird until I thought about it afterwards. I really like my job and one of the reasons things fell through the cracks this week was a major project that I was trying to finish. Most weeks aren’t entirely fails. Usually it’s a mix. This week was a work-win-week, but not a life-win-week.
- Razors are one of the things I always forget to buy at the grocery store, because I stupidly decide not to write grocery lists (see Lesson 1), so I finally ended up ordering razors from Amazon and when I used one of the new razors, I cut myself in multiple places and then I realized that bandaids are the other thing that I always forget to buy at the grocery store. Please excuse me while I sit here covered in the gory reminder of my failure.
- Failing isn’t fun. I know there are tons of TED talks featuring tech magnates with square glasses calmly talking about how failure is so good for you. I always want to slap the square glasses right off of their overly calm faces, because they make it sound so easy to analyze everything. My initial reaction to failing is laughing. Or crying. Or laughing until I cry. It definitely is not gleaning the important lesson that I should be learning from my failure. It takes me a while to calm down enough to acknowledge the moral of the story that just happened. And that is okay. As long as you get to the point eventually, you don’t have to be okay immediately. I’m a little teapot (short and stout) and like most teapots, I get steamed sometimes. And I keep everything bottled up inside until everything comes out with a shrieking whistle noise. My first reactions are emotional, but I don’t always let them out right then. They do come out at some point, but usually they come out after building up for while.
- Humility is a good thing. I can present the image of having everything under control, but I don’t. I’m good at some things, but I’m bad at so many things. So. Many. Things. The good news is that I don’t have to be good at everything. Thank goodness.
This wasn’t a terrible week. It was just a long week and I was tired for the majority of it. There was a lot of cry-laughing in it, but that’s way better than a lot of crying. My life is pretty darn funny. I’m listening to a Roger Miller record while writing this and if you’re having a long week, I’d highly recommend listening to Roger Miller songs. Hilarious. This is the comic genius who wrote You Can’t Rollerskate In A Buffalo Herd and other such classics. Take this lyric:
Ya can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to –
Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it.