My Failure
I wanted to learn to garden for various reasons. I am a vegetarian, I believe in sustainability, and I am also an environmentalist. For my 16th birthday, my dad asked me what I wanted for a gift. I told him a garden. He tried to convince me it was a lot of hard work, and with my other responsibilities, I would not have the time to tend to a garden. I, being a 16-year-old girl who was stubborn, told …show more content…
I got too "Distracted" (). If I am being honest, I have a terrible attention span. My mind wanders easy. It's a problem. Gardening requires a lot of focus, focus I simply did not have. I allowed myself to get distracted easily when gardening. For example, if I was weeding one bed, but noticed more weeds in another bed, I would move to that bed. If I was planting tomatoes and I noticed I had not perfectly planted a pepper plant, I would stop planting tomatoes, and go back and replant every single pepper plant until they were perfect. I would never get anything done, and this would contribute to my feeling of being overwhelmed.
4. I set an "unrealistic goal" (). There was no way on earth I could manage a garden and manage everything else on my plate unless I was a robot. I put an unrealistic goal on myself and naturally failed to meet that goal.
I have not given up my goal of one day learning to garden successfully, even though I suffered this failure. I realize how much work it is. Len Schlesinger () said that “Failure doesn’t mean the game is over, it means try again with experience.” I will try again and will do better the next time around.
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I have always been naturally skinny. At 14 I weighed 90 pounds. People would often ask me if my parents fed me, my doctor thought I had anorexia (I did not), and my grandmother thought I was sick. I did not particularly care that I was skinny until I was bullied by some kids in my neighbourhood. They pointed out that you could see my rib bones, and called me chicken legs. This left me feeling ashamed of both my body and myself. When I was 15, I promised myself that I would learn to love myself and become physically fit. Now, at 18, I weigh 125 pounds, which is a healthy weight for both my age and height. I have run a 5k, gained several belts in Krav Maga (martial art form), and regularly hike and swim. I have learned to love myself, not for the body I am in, but for who I am. It took a lot of work, and I had to set some other goals aside to accomplish this goal, but accomplish it I