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Failing Sucks

11/20/2017

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It has been a LONG time coming. So here it goes...

I was told my blog posts are too fluffy. Powder puffy. Maybe they are, but I'm a softie. I’m about to keep it real with you.

I failed and it sucks.

One month ago, I was bright-eyed and eager as I boarded a plane from Toronto to Milan, Italy. I was offered a three-month long contract to train and play with the infamous and extremely talented volleyball team - VBC Pomì Casalmaggiore.

One month ago, I stepped onto the court at Nelson Mandela Forum in Florence, Italy. I had to pinch myself for I was playing in the first division of Italy. That's huge. I was playing beside athletes I admired and watched from afar for years. I was across the net from many I deemed "out of my league."

One month ago, I received the opportunity to do something big in my career. I got the chance to play with the best and make a mark in the professional world. I was excited to prove to myself that I could play in the league of my dreams.

However...

One month ago, I also had this little voice in my head telling me I was not good enough. I was fearful and anxious. As badly as I tried to drown those thoughts, visions of failing played WAY too often in my mind. I constantly questioned whether I belonged on this team or if I just got lucky.

What is that?

Where does that come from?


That feeling like you do not belong somewhere. The feeling of being inferior to your teammates, coworkers, or friends. It does not foster an environment to be successful. I felt like my mistakes were magnified and nothing was ever good enough. I was in a constant state of trying to prove myself.

Totally in my head. Totally a victim to self-doubt.

I wish I could tell you that I made a miraculous recovery and came out on top. I want to sit here and write about how I made a name for myself in this league. How I came to this club and led this team to victory.

But, that is not the case.

Today, I am watching my team play a match from behind the court. Sitting next to our statistician and camera man. Only 13 players are allowed to dress for the match and I turned out to be lucky number 14.

It sucks. It hurts. Failure brings out the most insecure parts of me.

Failing causes me to dwell in self-pity. I am actually really good at that. It makes me want to throw the towel in and confirm all the disgusting beliefs I had about myself and my abilities before this started.

"You were right, Megan. This league is too good for you and you should stick to being comfortable and play at a level that is better suited to you."

I cannot help but feel like all those thoughts and visions of being inadequate are true. This experience confirmed that.

Also, I am not surprised. How could I be successful when I am in constant turmoil?

When my mind battles with whether I am capable or not. When my confidence is so easily shaken. When I do not have unwavering belief in myself.

The best players I played with never seem to be the most skilled. They are usually the ones with this delusional, almost irrational sense of confidence. Jealous.

I feel stuck in this sick and viscous cycle that I know all too well. Failing makes me want to become a recluse and play into the role of not being good enough. It makes me want to stay comfortable and throw the towel in.

"Do not challenge yourself again, Megan. Maybe it is to move on."

But, I know that’s the easy way out. It’s simple to agree with the negative thoughts. It's comfortable to fail.

I fear success more than failure.

So here I am. Uncertain of where or when my next contract will be. Not sure of my next move. Not quite confident in my abilities. Doubting if I could ever play at this level again. Wondering if this will be the story of my career. Uncertain if this was my one shot and I missed it.

In the same breath, I am certain about a few things. I am certain that I will keep trying. I am sure this will not be the last time I fail. I am positive I will be successful. I do not want to give up. I do not want to stand in my own way my entire career. I know it is within me.

I will end this post with a quote from my favourite author, Rupi Kaur. I felt the need for some fluff:

"I learned all things come in twos. Life and death. Pain and joy. Salt and sugar. Me and you. It's the balance of the universe."

I will add something in there -- failure and success.

If I choose, it is only a matter of time before I feel the latter. The beauty in all of this is that I have a choice.

I choose to accept this "failure" as a step in the direction of my goals. Whether it feels like it or not.

And I choose to keep going.

That's all. Peace, my loves.
5 Comments
LIsa
11/21/2017 08:45:27 pm

Awesome for young athletes, Printed the article and shared with my students in PE.

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Trish Hallson
11/22/2017 03:07:41 pm

Elegantly written Megan. You capture the essence of self doubt and determination here. Confidence is magical and not easily distilled. That confidence in basketball is called the shooters mentality. If they stop believing in the next shot going in, it simply won’t, so they shoot and miss and trust the next one is in the bank.

This one is in the bank. Keep up the great writing :). T.

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Rich
11/22/2017 03:29:54 pm

Megan, ever hear of a guy named Michael Jordan?

“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

Bigger and better things lie ahead.

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Mary-Louise Lazarenko
11/23/2017 12:50:22 pm

Very eloquently written, Megan. The mind can be our friend or or foe. Whatever you chose to do you will always do well because of your ferocious attitude to succeed. You also have a lot of "Eileen" in you.

So many are in awe of all your accomplishments.

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Marty
3/9/2018 06:05:56 pm

Meg,
I appreciate the journey you’ve been on and feel honored you’ve shared it with everyone. Your words are relevant and encouraging to more people than you know. I always admired you as a player and a person. In fact, you were and still are my favorite setter I’ve ever played with. I loved hitting off your sets (for the short time that I could play before my playing career ended). Your journey will continue to change and evolve and I hope you stick to your faith. Thanks again for sharing and hope you heal quickly from your surgery. Xoxo
- Marty

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