So this is the third day of the confidence challenge, and I'm supposed to do something scary that I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail at. In fact, failing is the goal. So if I accidentally succeed, I have to do something else scary.
One of the suggested items on the list is to "Ask for a Date". I snorted. Because hubby might object to that one. But a lot of these involve other people. And I'm not going to express how much I DON'T want to people on my day off of my evil day job in retail. I have to be nice and happy and approachable. Even when I have to tell people, "No, I don't know which of the 50 yellow bags of food you bought last time."
Want to know something about me? I hate to fail. As in, if I couldn't do something the first time I tried it...I quit. I played basketball for one year in middle school. I was benched more than I played and I flat out quit because I couldn't stand sucking. The whole running around and sweating thing wasn't my bag either, but that's not why I quit. I tried knitting. I was able to get to almost-a-hat level before I realized I needed to figure out how to work my gauge if I ever wanted to do it right. Since I couldn't do it easily, I stopped knitting.
Why do something if you're going to fail? Right?
Then I became an author, and the whole name of the game is failure. Seriously. If you want to get into a pub house, you're going to accumulate rejection letters like really lackluster Pokemon cards. Not to mention trying to get into signings, and conferences, and speaking events, and panels, etc. You have to get really comfortable asking for things you're going to hear "No" to far more often than "Yes."
I could send out queries or work requests or presentation submissions for this task to fail, but I definitely wouldn't hear back on it today. I could sign up for a contest, but honestly, there aren't too many that provide any value for the fee. And again...there isn't an instant result in that either.
*8 hours later*
One of the suggested items on the list is to "Ask for a Date". I snorted. Because hubby might object to that one. But a lot of these involve other people. And I'm not going to express how much I DON'T want to people on my day off of my evil day job in retail. I have to be nice and happy and approachable. Even when I have to tell people, "No, I don't know which of the 50 yellow bags of food you bought last time."
Want to know something about me? I hate to fail. As in, if I couldn't do something the first time I tried it...I quit. I played basketball for one year in middle school. I was benched more than I played and I flat out quit because I couldn't stand sucking. The whole running around and sweating thing wasn't my bag either, but that's not why I quit. I tried knitting. I was able to get to almost-a-hat level before I realized I needed to figure out how to work my gauge if I ever wanted to do it right. Since I couldn't do it easily, I stopped knitting.
Why do something if you're going to fail? Right?
Then I became an author, and the whole name of the game is failure. Seriously. If you want to get into a pub house, you're going to accumulate rejection letters like really lackluster Pokemon cards. Not to mention trying to get into signings, and conferences, and speaking events, and panels, etc. You have to get really comfortable asking for things you're going to hear "No" to far more often than "Yes."
I could send out queries or work requests or presentation submissions for this task to fail, but I definitely wouldn't hear back on it today. I could sign up for a contest, but honestly, there aren't too many that provide any value for the fee. And again...there isn't an instant result in that either.
*8 hours later*
So...I guess technically I've failed to do a lot of things today. I've failed at working out.
I've failed at actually moving that load of laundry from the washer to the dryer and now I have to rewash it.
I've failed at making myself a real meal for lunch and made a pot pie in the microwave because it was already 1pm.
I failed at avoiding those delicious chocolate graham crackers in my pantry. Why did I buy those? I'm going to eat the whole damn box.
But I haven't actively tried to do anything and failed at it. So...let's attempt my nemesis. The "Cat Eye" makeup with liquid liner. I have no makeup on currently and I have been watching YouTubers slay a killer cat eye for as long as I've been enviously watching makeup tutorials.
So let's watch one I haven't seen before and give it a shot. This video has 12 million views. So it must be pretty good.
I've failed at actually moving that load of laundry from the washer to the dryer and now I have to rewash it.
I've failed at making myself a real meal for lunch and made a pot pie in the microwave because it was already 1pm.
I failed at avoiding those delicious chocolate graham crackers in my pantry. Why did I buy those? I'm going to eat the whole damn box.
But I haven't actively tried to do anything and failed at it. So...let's attempt my nemesis. The "Cat Eye" makeup with liquid liner. I have no makeup on currently and I have been watching YouTubers slay a killer cat eye for as long as I've been enviously watching makeup tutorials.
So let's watch one I haven't seen before and give it a shot. This video has 12 million views. So it must be pretty good.
I'm going to use the second technique where she makes a little triangle on the end of her eye.
This is the point where I realize I'm about to post pics of myself without makeup. Because I'm not going to attempt this for the first time with a full face to wash off after. Oh boy.
This is the point where I realize I'm about to post pics of myself without makeup. Because I'm not going to attempt this for the first time with a full face to wash off after. Oh boy.
My eye is naked and ready for liner. Let's get this over with.
Wait...she's not pulling her eye taught? That's how I've always lined mine. Um...I'm not twenty anymore. I'm not feeling as hopeful about trying to make a straight line over the crows feet. Pray for me.
Wait...she's not pulling her eye taught? That's how I've always lined mine. Um...I'm not twenty anymore. I'm not feeling as hopeful about trying to make a straight line over the crows feet. Pray for me.
Aaaannnnd. I'm a raccoon.
Let's try it on the other side and see if I can manage a line that's straight without holding the skin taught.
Let's try it on the other side and see if I can manage a line that's straight without holding the skin taught.
That would be a NO.
​Just for fun...check out how her eye looks vs. mine. Um...yeah.
​Just for fun...check out how her eye looks vs. mine. Um...yeah.
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Welp. There it is. In public form. A fresh out of the makeup bag fail.
Time to change that part about failing to do laundry. Because the funk is real. I swear. I'm going to make it to the dryer this time.
Have you done this challenge? If so, tell me what you failed at today. And although I failed at doing makeup I could actually wear out of the house, I did successfully find a technique that doesn't work for me. LOL!
See you for tomorrow's task!
~Roxy
Time to change that part about failing to do laundry. Because the funk is real. I swear. I'm going to make it to the dryer this time.
Have you done this challenge? If so, tell me what you failed at today. And although I failed at doing makeup I could actually wear out of the house, I did successfully find a technique that doesn't work for me. LOL!
See you for tomorrow's task!
~Roxy
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