Wind and blowing snow leads to icy driveways. Icy driveways are not our friends— just for the record. Nor are they the friend of Realtors.
I was showing property in less than optimal conditions. I escorted my clients to the front door. But the lockbox was not on the front door. Looking around, I spotted it taunting me from the garage door. It slyly said, Come and get me. I dare you. Always up for adventure and a dare, I lifted my right foot off the porch, and onto the ice covered driveway. My face hit the ground before my left foot did. I fell flat on my face. Not moving, and dazed on the ice, my worried clients called my name in the background.
Don’t cry. Don’t be a girl. You’re fine, just rub some dirt on it. I told myself.
The husband came to my rescue, but he fell to his knees on the ice. I was selfishly thankful that he joined me in the ice-skating escapade. Because, well, frankly, I was glad it wasn’t one of my ‘Smitty’s kid’ moves—Which happens often. We both composed ourselves and got into the house.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who slipped on ice this past week. A couple of my dear friends did too. One described it in her Facebook post as, “Humbling.” Amen Sister. The Other friend bailed on ice rushing to get new wedge boots that were on sale at DSW Shoe Warehouse. She was so bewildered, she got back into her car and then blacked out for a moment. When she came to, she continued to get her prized boots. That’s my girl!
My favorite comrade, who has hit his head more times than I would like to admit, once said, “It’s okay to fall Dawna. You are going to fail from time to time. As long as you’re failing forward.” And although my fall was not failure (I sold the house despite the slip up), it reminds me to keep pushing. To charge against the ice lined driveways of the world. To ignore the whispering lockboxes that tell me, I can’t do it. I will glean from my mistakes. I will get the sale boots. I will be victorious.
My failures teach me the most in life. I just need to keep “failing forward.”