What Does Failure Mean To You?

We’re conducting interviews at work and one of the questions we ask is “What does failure mean to you?”. I guess what we’re trying gain from this is to find out how a potential employee would deal with messing up on the job, which does happen from time to time.

Everyone’s answer to this is pretty textbook. They all say that failure is a learning experience, which is true. Failure is certainly something you’re supposed to learn from but sitting in a few of these interviews and staring into those bright eyes and smiling faces I know that they haven’t answered the actual question. What does failure mean to you?

I’ve been thinking a lot about what failure means to me. Not only with regards to my first failed cycle but every failure in my life thus far. Failing a class at university (Partying was more important back then). Failing at making a relationship work. Failing at getting a job I applied for. And those are just the big fails. I have yet to open a jar on my own.

I think we’re all just a sum of all our failures. Failures make us who we are and determines how we react to situations and how we communicate with people. So it would make sense that failure should mean more than just being a learning experience.

So what does failure mean to me? A few things. For me, processing failure to get to a point where you can say failure is a learning experience is similar to stages of grief. Here are the stages of failure in my experience and what they mean to me.

1. Failure means Denial:

When I fail at something the first thing I think is “Damn, I can’t believe that didn’t work.” … This feeling of denial is as strong as the amount of effort I put into the task. I replay the entire event over and over questioning everything. Why did I do it that way? Why did I get my hopes up? Why did I work so hard? I should’ve known this wasn’t going to work. The self doubt will consume me if I don’t either remind myself that I’m still worth while or have someone to remind me. But when I’m in denial I’m not feeling very worthy.

2. Failure means Anger/Shame:

Who can I blame for my failure? I’m still ask the questions from above but my answers is usually myself and it’s not good. Self doubt makes way for self deprecation. Why did I get my hopes up? Because I’m an idiot that’s why. I’m not good enough, not smart enough. How am I going to show my face in public again? I find myself saying things like “I’m never doing that again” and this is when I’m throwing away or burning things that remind me of failure and I’m simply just no fun to be around.

3. Failure means Anxiety:

Here’s where everything about the failure freaks me out and I can literally feel the bile rise in my throat at the thought of trying again. I don’t like to think about this. Even now… let’s move on.

4. Failure means … Fuck It:

Giving up is my “favourite” part of failure. I always spend my most time here. I think I’m still here now with regards to my cycle failure. I’m the person who would probably never go back in the water if I was bitten by a shark. I do not like facing my fears. That’s why I’m still afraid of the dark at 33 years old. Since failure, at this stage, has made me anxious and afraid I will now happily stick my head in the sand and never have to face it again. I’m still saying “I’m never doing that again” but with less anger and more matter-of-fact shoulder shrugging. It’s safe here. But of course it’s no way to live. If you keep giving up on everything, you’ll quickly run out of things to do.

5. Failure means Acceptance:

Here’s where I finally come to terms with the fact that I can’t live my life under my covers. I’ve had time to think about it. I’m able to finally open up and talk and sometimes even laugh about my failure. This is a good place to be. I can begin to formulate a plan for trying again. Am I ready to try again? No! I’m only ready to talk about trying again.

6. Failure means Learning:

When I try again after a failure is when I learn. I can’t in the wake of failure find the lessons. Doing the task again is when I learn a new way to go about it. I’m more cautious but more determined. And I learn a little bit more about myself which is one of the most important parts of failure. But it’s not the part that makes me the happiest, even if I’m successful this time around.

7. Failure mean Empathy:

This is what means the most to me about failure. Empathy has become so important to me at this stage in my life. Being able to relate to someone on their level is so invaluable, because you’ll know what to say and what not to say. And being able to distinguish that you aren’t on their level, that you aren’t able to actually walk a mile in their shoes, is just as invaluable.

Failure has made me mindful and has allowed me to grow where I never thought I needed to grow. Failure is inevitable and important. None of us would be who or where we are without a little bit of failure. Failure is also scary. We try to shield ourselves from it daily with hope and faith but finding the balance between hope and failure is tricky and all we can really do is be prepared for either outcome.

I’m proud of all my failures. That’s what failure means to me.

So what does failure mean to you?

Sunday Smiles

I’m having an infertility day. We’re adding another preggo announcement to the tally. But my Sunday smile was really good news so I’m trying to focus on this instead of diving into that bottle of red wine.

Remember how I said Aetna didn’t pay the full bill for the PGD testing? Well, this week I received another claim email from them saying that they did pay the full bill!!! You guys. I cried. Reading the words “Your plan pays 100%” was… I’m sure you know the feeling.

And I can’t remember if I mentioned this but my clinic requires that you pay the coinsurance for each cycle up front before the baseline scan. So I called them to find out how much this cycle would cost me out of pocket since they’ve had a fee increase and L, the finance lady, told me that since they merged with another clinic they no longer require us to pay the coinsurance upfront. Basically, I could do the procedure and get billed later on. That is awesome! It, of course, doesn’t mean that I don’t have to save up for my cycle, but it does mean that I don’t have to save up first. It was just a nice weight off my shoulders and will give me more time to save without having to wait as long to start.

And my last little bit of good news. It comes on the back of saddish news but it still made me smile. My brother’s fiance asked me to be one of her bridesmaids! The sad part is that she had to ‘fire’ the one I’m taking over for. It’s sad because, it’s not a fun thing to have to drop a bridesmaid (I had to drop a groomsman the day before my wedding lol) but my future sister-in-law says that they weren’t gelling. So yay! I’m in! I’m so excited for this wedding I want to scream and I’m over the moon that I get to participate. I love weddings!

Okay, I have to run, my kittie is looking at me with hungry eyes and it’s almost time for Game of Thrones.

Hope you’re all having a wonderful Sunday and I wish you nothing but awesomeness this week!

Sunday Smiles

Hey!!

So everyone does these awesome posts where they talk about things that make them happy or blessings for the week and I want to do the same!

Welcome to Sunday Happies! I’m working on the name. It’s been a long week and my job is draining all my brain power.

We’ll start small because happiness is a little hard to come by lately… see above about my job and my poor brain. I don’t know if this is the place to complain about a job just yet but know that I’m taking steps to change my situation because I always believe that if you’re not happy then leave and if you can’t leave then drink beer.

But I digress. I only have 2 things this week that made me happy. Baby steps.

1. First, I’m always late with fashion trends. I mean late! I mean, I only started wearing boob tubes a few years ago and I’ll probably start wearing rompers in 2020. So I don’t know if these are out of fashion or if they ever were but I’m in deep love with these capri workout pants. I rarely find clothing I like and capri pants in particular are worrying because I’m 5’1″ and I feel like they’ll make me look chopped. But these make me happy. I only have 1 pair so far and I’ve been living in them. Shopping for clothing stresses me out so when I find something I like, I keep it forever. Yes, I still own clothes from university. Please excuse the lack of molding on the floor there. Our house is a fixer upper than has yet to be fixer uppered.

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2. I made a diaper cake for my friend’s baby shower and I’m extremely proud of it! I’m a closet crafter. I’ll only do it when I have to but I love it. Someone else made a diaper cake too but *whisper* I think my little guy is better. Meet Julio.

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doesn’t the other guy look not too happy to be at the shower? Aww Julio.

Anyway, there you have it. These are 2 things that really made me smile this week and I’m clinging to the smiles… Ooh! I think that’s a better name for this series of posts. Sunday Smiles!

If you’re wondering how the baby shower went, I think it went well. It’s my 3rd shower since we found out we’re infertile and my first shower since our BFN. I first have to mention that these two having the baby are extremely special to me. I can’t explain it but you know those friends you have who are just awesome. They’re of the first few people who we told about our troubles and the support was exactly what we needed. They fell pregnant right off the bat and she took the time to send us a very heartfelt text which I’ll never forget. They’re having a little boy and I’m a little jealous of him having the best parents lol. Anyway, I think the relationship you have with the people who are pregnant around you definitely determines how you’ll react to the pregnancy. I’m so thankful for their friendship and I’m so genuinely happy for them and not even a little sad for me. Well I could still be on a high from the party but It makes me smile. Hmm, I think that’s another thing to add to Sunday Smiles. Yay!

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

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I really enjoy these awards because I love getting to know all of you! My Perfect Breakdown nominated me this time and I’m super happy. Thank you, my friend. You’re certainly one of my favourite bloggers and I’m quite honoured to be on your list of nominations :). If you all don’t know MPB by now, then you’re probably new to the blogging world. Follow her, you won’t regret it. xx

The rules for this award are pretty simple:

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site
  • Put the award logo on your blog
  • Answer the ten questions the nominator has set you
  • Make up ten new questions for your nominees to answer
  • Nominate ten people

My Answers:

What’s your favourite thing about blogging?

It took a while to get it going but I’m ever thankful for the connections I’ve made. In real life it takes a while for people to warm up to me, perhaps it’s my resting bitch face lol but I feel like I’ve made good friends now, 1 year into blogging.

What was the last thing you saw at the theatre and what did you think of it?

In my husband’s OKC profile he mentioned that he’s looking for someone to watch movies at the theatre with since it’s his favourite thing to do. That being said, we haven’t been in aaages. We have to be better. The last movie we watched was either Interstellar or the Hobbit, bad memory. Interstellar was amazing and I bawled like a baby. The Hobbit was great as well but I read the book so I have my issues with it but hot Kili made up for it.

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Isn’t he beautiful?

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If you meant theatre theatre, we don’t do that often at all but we saw the Book of Mormon last year sometime. Plays are always great but never on the top of my list of fun nights out. Does that mean I lack culture?

What’s left to do on your bucket list? Have you actually crossed anything off it yet?

Gosh, my bucket list is food related and not very difficult to do for some stuff.
1. I want a cronut from Ansel’s bakery
2. I want sushi from Sukiyabashi Jiro. I watched a documentary on it on Netflix and now I have to go. Their plates are like $300 per person but it must be done. Also Jiro (the sushi master) is like 200 years old so he’s not going to be there for much longer.
3. I want to try any type of street food in Thailand
4. I want giant shrimp in Mozambique
5. I want to try a $2 buffet in Las Vegas (or any cheap buffet)
6. I want a reuben sandwich somewhere in New York City (Any suggestions?)
7. I want to try puffer fish sushi somewhere.
8. I want to spend a lot of money on a very expensive restaurant somewhere. One of those 9 course, chef special, foam on the plate type places.
9. I want to go to class to make cheese and start making my own cheese.
10. I want to have a giant bucket of crawfish in the south somewhere.
11. I want to have haggis in Scotland.

I could talk about this stuff forever but I’ll leave it there.

Who is your embarrassing/weird celebrity crush?

Hmmm… Maybe Louis C.K.? Funny goes far with me.

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Summer or Winter?

100% Summer! Cocktails!

Beach/pool holiday doing nothing or running, jumping climbing trees somewhere completely random?

Beach/pool please! I’m a big fan of doing nothing.

Did you go to university? If so, what did you study and do you think that your degree has helped you in later life?

I did indeed. I was forced by my parents but oh so grateful for opportunity. Rocky start though. I started with a BA Psychology degree but dropped that with the quickness after a year. The went in a completely different direction with BSc degree in Statistics, Mathematics and Applied Math. And then in SA we do an Honours degree after the Bachelors and before the Masters so I have an honours degree in Statistics.

Has it helped me later in life? Well it helped me get my foot in the door for some great jobs. I haven’t used it to my fullest potential because I always sell myself short when applying for jobs. My jobs have always been in the general realm of statistics but I’ve never find myself not doing a lot of hard core stats. I’m my own worst enemy.

How would you spend your ideal day, with no budget or time restrictions? (i.e. being able to jump countries or continents in an instant)

I would jump home with hubby and take all my USA friends and have a giant braai (barbeque) with my friends and family in SA. Lots beer, lots of meat, lots of laughter, lots of love.

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What would you call your autobiography?

Tales of a 30 year old nothing… I guess.

Do you cook/bake from scratch? If so, do you have a signature dish?

Yes! It’s my favourite thing to do ever. I’m not so good at the baking but I recently made a successful batch of hot cross buns from scratch after many flops. Very proud moment.

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Signature dish? I had to ask hubby. He says Hong Kong Chicken but now I realise I haven’t made it in ages so he must be hinting. Luckily we have chicken in the freezer :).

My 10 Nominations Are:

That was a lot of fun. I hope you guys have as much fun doing it as I have. Oh and my questions are the same as above. I’m going to nominate new blogs I’ve started following.

1. I Choose To Be In A Lovely Place

2. Http://jettsetter007.wordpress.com

3. Expecting To Be Expecting

4. Try Try Again

5. 2ndaryclass Citizen

6. The Great Pudding Club Hunt

7. Hoping On Hope

8. Confessions Of Little Miss PMA

9. Completing The Howard Clan

10. Stitchingafamily

Versatile Blogger Award

I’ve been struggling with what to blog about that isn’t IVF related until D-day so I’m extra thankful to A Calm Persistence for this nomination. I’ve been meaning to do this for a few days now but I’m struggling to find 7 interesting facts about myself. hmmm let’s see.

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These are the rules when you are nominated:

1. Post the award on your blog
2. Thank the person who nominated you
3. Share seven facts about yourself
4. Nominate 15 blogs
5. List the nominees and let them know

Seven Facts About Me

1. I am not a girly girl, try as I might. I have 2 older brothers and all of my parents’ friends had 2 boys too. I have girl cousins but the age gap was too big to be too close to them and let the girliness rub off. My mother never wore makeup nor shaved her legs (she’s from the old school) so I never learned how until late in high school. And to top it off my dad was overly strict so I wasn’t allowed to pierce my ears or wear nail polish until well into my teens. I eventually found my own girl friends and they plucked my eyebrows, made me stop wearing baggy pants and made me try new hair styles other than a low pony tail. I’ve since learned how to do my nails, pluck my own eyebrows and wear a tampon and for that I am eternally grateful. I’m even learning how to a cat eye now. Progress!

2. I.love.beer. I’m sure I’ve said this before, countless times. I haven’t had one in a long time. Or any alcohol for that matter and I’m sad but keeping my eyes on the prize.

3. I fancy myself a pretty good cook and I spend a lot of money on kitchen gadgets to help hone my skills. My next challenge is to start making my own cheese. Just need to get another mold. I don’t think the one I have is going to work for halloumi.

4. I’m bored with my career. phew. It feels good to say that “out loud”.

5. My one major pet peeve is when people spit. It’s disgusting. Stop it! It’s one of the few things that make me extremely angry.

6. The other is racism. It obviously falls under the umbrella of general ignorance but growing up in apartheid South Africa (even though my brothers and I were very sheltered from it) has made me overly sensitive to racism and it really gets under my skin.

7. I’m extremely absent-minded and my husband haaates it. I’m trying hard to work on it but it’s a real point of contention in our marriage.

Yikes, that took me a few days…

My Nominations:

1. Planting Beans

2. Our Egg, Her Nest?

3. Eventual Momma

4. Awaiting Autumn

5. Meet the Hopefuls

6. Mama et Maman

7. Waiting on My Rainbow

8. How We Met You

9. pilivimosira.wordpress.com

10. Solving the four years of infertility mystery

11. heybabym

12. What to Try When You’re Trying

13. www.plan-b-chronicles.com

14. mamajo23.wordpress.com

15. Sweeping Up the Broken Pieces

Hope you have a second to accept my nomination. Sending you all lots of love!

Thank you!!

I gained a new follower today and just realized I have 63 followers. I’m amazed that 63 people find what I have to say remotely interesting and I am humbled and honoured that you all are following my story.

Just wanted to say a very big, huge, gigantic thank you for reading these ramblings and I wish nothing but awesomeness for all of you in 2015. Whether it be your dreams coming true or if not, then learning and growing from each fall. That’s the point anyway, right? Learning and growing?

Funny story. I had a thing about uneven years. Since I finished high school everything bad that happened to me happened in an uneven year. Breakups mostly but that’s all that mattered to me back then. And everything awesome happened in the even years. I had 2 very significant heart breaks in 2007 and 2009. The 2007 one broke me. But I moved out on my own and bought my first car in 2008 and I met my husband and moved to America in 2010. You can imagine my dread on new years eve in 2011. I was convinced that our relationship would end somehow, despite there being nothing wrong. I just knew that this curse was looming once again. And as the clock struck midnight while we were walking around Providence my prince got down on one knee and proposed and like that, my uneven year curse was lifted. We also got married later that month and again in July and again in October so for me 2011 was perfect. My friend actually mentioned to me when we announced our engagement that the curse had finally lifted.

When I think about my luck since then, I realize that while those significantly bad things happened to me on uneven years I was probably so focused on them that I missed that good things. Granted, 2007 was the worst year of my life, I did, at the end of it, grow closer to my friends and family. My brothers and I became really close that December and I was so surrounded by love that the rest of the year almost didn’t matter. And in ’09 before I had my heart broken again that year was magnificent. It was the year I learned to be single and love it. I learned to be an almost perfect me and I think these lessons led me to be open to a new love in 2010 when I met my love, finally. I could have said that the curse swapped to even years because we found out we can’t have children naturally in the beginning of this year but we also found out we can have children through the miracle of science and that’s just as good. We also found out we have 1 little fighter blastocyst and that really made my year. nuff said.

I don’t fear 2015 and neither should you. I know there are so many unknowns but I’m ready. I have my love with me and I have the support of my family and friends and you guys. So thank you for that. A big fat, huge, gigantic thank you.

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Monday Musings…

Yes, I know it’s Tuesday. Bear with me… So I’m sitting at my desk at work. I find it’s the only place I can write because when I get home the last thing I want to see is a computer.

Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. Today I want to share with you a very discouraging discovery I made recently. At the end of this you’ll either roll your eyes at my neurosis or go check it out on yourself and take the necessary preventative measures.

So I know with age (older 32 if you take care of yourself) things tend to not look like they did when you were 20 and I’ve been pretty good at rolling with the punches, so to speak, with every new issue. Yes, my metabolism isn’t up to scratch. I’m okay with that (somewhat). I understand that my bladder has almost reached it’s sell by date and who knows, maybe one day I’ll stop hiding my premi greys. But this, folks, is unacceptable to me. This is one storm I will not weather until I absolutely have to. I am willing to spend good money on keeping this at bay. I speak, of course… about cleavage wrinkles.

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Okay mine don’t look this bad yet but I see this in my very near future if I don’t take immediate action! I’m telling you guys, this was a worse discovery than when I started noticing subtle laugh lines around my eyes. Okay, fine, there may be a chance I didn’t listen to my mother about wearing sun screen all the live long day, but we can’t cry over spilled milk. What do I do now? How can I slow the progression of these unsightly crevasses inching their way up from my bosom?! It can’t end like this, it simply cannot.

Thankfully, as always, Google has some useful tips. There are contraptions you can buy to keep your twins separated while you sleep on your side but I can neither sleep on my side nor wear anything like this to bed.

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That’s no way to live…

Luckily, Dr Oz says that retinol cream at night and sun screen during the day should slow the appearance of these little friends from old lady hell.

I apologise for my outburst but I quite like my boobies and I have no time… no time! for them to be taken from me so soon. I don’t even have a child to blame yet, let me enjoy them before that happens, please!

Aaaand scene…

Oh the Harem!

(found an old post that i neglected to post… )

i was chatting to a friend of mine who i haven’t spoken to in a while and she asked me what’s new? i mentioned that i had recently got a really short hair cut and that i bought 3 guppies (this was a few weeks ago. the fish have all since passed *sad face*). the dull life of an old married lady.

and then she said “wow, you’re really up for trying new things in the US, hey…”

and you know what? she’s right! well, i didn’t realize it, until she said it. i mean, i have the short hair now and i really let it just do what it feels like doing. i’d usually be too afraid to have my hair be too crazy but i’m so happy when it’s a little nuts now.

my bestie’s words really gave me the confidence boost i needed so todaaay, i thought i’d buy a pair of harem pants. i’ve always loved how they look on the tall skinny models. so off i went to h&m and get my new style on. i started small, got a black pair. no need for too much too soon :). i didn’t try them on in the store in case i psyched myself out. but boy was i proud of myself, shopping out of my comfort zone. you go girl!!!

i couldn’t wait to get home and try them on in front of my toughest critic… the husband :). well,  i don’t want to get into the exact exchange of words that followed but it turns out i am neither tall & skinny nor a model and therefore have no business wearing harem pants. I believe the term “poo-catcher” was thrown at some point amidst the tears and hysterics… and something about me looking like a reject from the cast of aladdin…

anyway, my husband agreed with me that the pants were god awful but he said i shouldn’t be so hard on myself and maybe next time i should try the clothes on in the shop before buying them…. lesson learned.

[edit: i had a picture of me wearing the pants but i can’t find it right now…will keep looking, watch this space.]

The end of an era…

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I guess another thing that happens as you go through your thirties, is growing up. Growing up, I find, means changing and accepting what’s important in your life. I feel like these moments become more and more necessary the older you get but they never get any easier.

A few weeks ago, I was at my tri-annual dentist check up where I was told in no uncertain terms that my tongue ring had loosened two of my bottom front teeth and she suggested I remove it. I was shattered. I stared in the mirror for longest time struggling with one of the biggest decisions in my adult life (I’m a simple woman. Don’t judge). It was with a heavy heart that I ended up taking it out. Actually, I had my husband fight for 20 minutes to take it out but it’s now gone and I while it took me a few days to get over it, I hardly miss it anymore and my dear dad was so ecstatic he had me ship him the barbell so he could frame it. hahaha.

I have since removed two more piercings. My belly button ring and the surface piercing on the back of my neck. The reasons for which I’ll cover in another post. My body looks naked and, honestly, part of me feels less interesting, which is extremely profound. I never thought that this form of expression would be so hard to turn away from. Even though the surface piercing was really annoying as hell and the tongue ring was slowly destroying my grill, they were a part of me and who I am.

I am deeply saddened by this part of growing up but now that I’m almost human I can safely say, I am more than my body jewelry.

Wild Weekends When You’re 30+

So a bestie of mine has come to visit me for the weekend. All our memories of growing up involve debauchery on an unhealthy scale. So naturally all we spoke about this month was the amount of drinking we had to catch up on since it’s been over 2 years since we saw each other.

I was up at 6.30am all pumped up and I picked her up bright and early at the airport. We then went to breakfast for what we refer to as “a decent lining” for the day, followed by a trip to the liquor sto’ to pick up this weekend’s alcoholic beverages. we got home and I cracked two beers and let the epic-ness begin.

You’re probably wondering why I’m blogging amidst all the craziness…

Uhhh, she’s asleep. No, no… Not passed out from drinking all morning… Asleep… Like, a nap… Yes, those things 2 year old’s take.. And me? I’m sipping on a glass of whiskey watching Long Island Medium… Fun times.

Well, we have until Sunday to redeem ourselves. Until then cheers to nap time.