Most of us aren't blocked by failure. We're blocked by the fear of it.
Years ago, at the edge of a milestone birthday, I realized something quiet and uncomfortable: I'd built my life around not feeling failure. I ran one mile instead of ten. I added $1K to my income instead of 10x‑ing it. I made moves only the size I was sure would succeed.
And I was angry at myself for not hitting goals I'd never actually set.
So I gave myself a year to fail at things on purpose.
Trapeze. Ballroom dance. Salsa. Cold approaches. Restaurants I'd known about for years but never walked into. A list of things I was sure I'd flop at.
I failed at my goal. I succeeded at almost everything on my I‑will‑likely‑fail‑at‑this list.
Turns out I'd been cutting my own legs out from under me by assuming I'd fail at things I'd never even attempted. My comfort zone was smaller than my actual capability.
Try. Fail. Laugh. Try again. Try until trying is easy.