The Goddess of Failure

Trapped inside ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a bed of nails.? I?ll meet you there.
When the soul is confined in this tug of war,
the world is too small to live in.
Isolation, endless seeking, and the phrase ?not enough?
can only perpetuate in this distorted sense of reality.
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?I?m a failure! I?m a failure!? I repeated, hysterically crying in the public shower on my last day in Germany after six weeks of retreat.? The words spun inside me like a prayer wheel.? I was determined to unravel them.

?I?m a failure!? I?m scum!? I?m worthless!?? My body collapsed as water poured down me like summer rain, blending with my tears.? The shower had become my crying sanctuary, the water coaxing out my own waters.? Even inside the cold prison of my triggered mind, I could relax a little in the warm and gentle flow surrounding me.? Here I was safe to do my feminine yoga practice: to feel my feelings.

I felt numb, confused, overwhelmed, defensive, ashamed, afraid, angry, and empty.? I couldn?t touch upon a single feeling for too long, for failure seemed to encompass them all.

Meanwhile, a knot the size of a polar ice cap lodged itself inside my throat, chest, and belly.? I felt as if my skin had turned inside out and I was without any protection; my whole body ached and burned. Every breath I drew deepened the knife-like pain I felt inside my heart and intensified this trembling vulnerability I could no longer turn away from: the feeling that I had failed miserably, and that I was a failure.

What had I done to land myself here?

Nothing that bad, really?just a small sneeze in the grand scheme of things.? I had misinterpreted instructions while demonstrating a practice in front of 100 women called ?I am the Goddess of.?? I was jokingly called ?The Goddess of Failure? by my teacher as an invitation to keep going and show up in the vulnerability of having made a mistake.

I had done no harm.? I had committed no crime.? I hadn?t even missed my flight home, like I did as my grand finale after retreat the year before.? And yet inside me I felt such a violence and ache in the simple act of confronting my human nature: that I had made a mistake. It shook me to the core.

Instead of showing up in my vulnerability, I withdrew into a fog of fear and shame.?

In this haze I realized the fear of failure has been with me my entire life, subtly influencing everything I do and everything I?ve become. I?ve spent my life running from failure?s harsh sting, taking every blunder and accomplishment of mine extremely personally.

As an overachiever throughout my school years, I was always considered the youngest and the brightest, bathing in the compliments and not so hidden envy that followed me around.? It affirmed my gifts but also created a solid identity that has kept me small and held me back from what I really want: connection beyond any hierarchy of better or worse.? The freedom to live out my heart?s longing not in order to succeed at it?not to pretend I am some untouchable, perfect authority figure?but because I care so damn much.

I saw how sad it would be to continue living my life chasing approval, endlessly hungry for a pat on the back from my role models, teachers, and loved ones.

I was ready to stop running from failure.? I was ready for change.

Thoroughly undone, I crawled out of the shower and sat on a nearby chair, pausing in a sudden stillness that emerged after my snifflefest.? I decided to give voice to this Goddess of Failure, letting her speak through me.? She said:

?I am the Goddess of Failure.

I tear apart everything you have and make you feel worthless. I crumble the ground beneath you, leaving you heartbroken, disappointed, and hopeless.

I remind you that you are not that arbitrary image of perfection you try to be, and trip you while you endlessly run towards improvement.

I pull the red carpet of pride and stability from underneath you, leaving you trembling in the deep dark of the unknown, faced with taking responsibility for your actions and cleaning up the mess you made.

I am Kali?s world.? I topple over everything you build up and teach you that what you really long for can never be built.

I get close to your face when you dare to dream. I lurk by your side when you dare to go after something you want.? I make the stakes high. ?I shatter your dreams to pieces just to test you, just to see how badly you want something and if you?re willing to go after your dreams again, having touched the depths of failure.

I don?t touch those who don?t dare to try, dream, or hope?but they suffer without my help.

I remind you that the outcome is always unknown, and that the journey to where you want to go is just as valuable as the destination?and you better enjoy the journey because I might rip everything apart when you get to the destination.? In fact, I think I will, and I?ll call it Death.

If you take me personally, I will trap you in a small box of identity where you believe your worth is determined by other people?s opinions, and it becomes pretty damn uncomfortable.

The whole world is afraid of me and has created elaborate structures and systems to avoid me at all costs, as if success is defined by my absence.? Not true.

My presence is inevitable?universal, even.? I have touched great souls of this world and propelled them into genius through their intimate love affair with me. These souls turned towards me, humbled enough to bow down and feast upon the great insights and feedback I brought that would refine their work and teach them invaluable lessons.

I am a necessary part of learning, and those who love learning far more than they fear me are propelled even further into their dreams, into a real success that includes rather than denies failure.

I am the source of destruction, but also the source of growth.? I create teachable moments: that vulnerability and openness to learning incredibly rich, unforgettable life lessons.? I compost experience into jewels of wisdom and truth.

I spawn creativity and carefulness, forgiveness and compassion. I breed humility and humor, clear heartedness, commitment, second chances, and third chances.

If you can learn from me and stand firmly yet tremblingly on the raw earth I leave you on, then you know your dreams are worth dreaming.? Then you know you are living your life not to gain approval or success?not to avoid me?but because you simply love being alive. ?If you can befriend me and give your gifts even in my presence, without being attached to the outcome, you are unstoppable.

I give birth to a depth of hope that cannot be shattered.

I am the Goddess of Failure.?

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Since my darshan with the Goddess of Failure that day, I?ve been practicing intensely with her, digesting her lessons, following her presence in me to its root?and often failing even in that.

Ever since I started pursuing what I deeply love?being a student of Awakening Women and teacher of Self-Marriage?failure has touched me deeper than ever before, and the fear of failure along with it.

The stakes are high: I care so much about what I do.? My heart is on the line, and I can say (tremblingly) that I?m ready and willing to fail magnificently, to fall as far as I need in order to learn the lessons and wisdom that will enable me to live with impeccable integrity and a deeply-rooted commitment to truth.

Goddess of Failure, I?m ready for you.

I know I must be careful with this invitation, for since I have made it, she has revisited me with yet another slap in the face.

On the opening call of the current Self-Marriage Unveiled program I?m leading, I forgot to turn off the hold button before starting the call, leaving the entire group listening to elevator music while I poured my heart out into empty space.

I was mortified, but I also had to smile.? Even as shame and guilt crept in.? Even though I apologized to the circle and took responsibility for my mistake, offering a second call.? It didn’t matter that no one reprimanded me–the harsh voice inside was doing all the reprimanding.

Thrown into that familiar pit of unwanted vulnerability, I felt my defense and distraction mechanisms wind up inside me.? The simple act of forgetting to press a button pressed my buttons?yet here I am, tender, vulnerable and open, brimming with aliveness, still giving this gift even as I meet the edge of my own practice, letting my mistakes compost into jewels of wisdom?such as learning to take the hold button off in all future calls.

It feels as if I?m being faced with my reflection in the mirror, seeing my shortcomings and my brilliance, only to realize I am neither of them.

I?m ready to stop placing my worth in the ever-vacillating dance between right and wrong, and to let it rest instead in the very fact that I am alive, that I belong to this precious Earth, whose unconditional love and support has been here long before I was born and, I pray, will remain long after I die.? It is a miracle.

I owe these vulnerable lessons and that ever-churning ache in my heart that reminds me I am alive to the Goddess of Failure.? Thank you, Goddess, for breathing me, for breathing us all into life.? I am at your feet in gratitude.

~Dominique Youkhehpaz

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P.S.? Registration for the next Self-Marriage Unveiled Program for women is now open.? This online, 10-week program is a sacred journey into marrying yourself, committing to live in integrity, love, and truth with yourself and with all–to stop the endless chain of looking outside ourselves for answers and approval, and to commit to sourcing from within all that we long for.? The program begins November 2.? (Don’t worry, I’ll remember to take you off hold during the calls…)

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Photo Credits:
Drowning Girl: Artist Unknown
Kali Maa by Sanjay14
Honoring the Dark by Dominique Youkhehpaz
Girl on Bridge by Anja Stiegler