That day failure nearly killed me

Global Breakthrough Festival
I felt my brain and everything around me move in slow motion. I was 28 years old, and for the first time in my life, I had failed.

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It began on a dark day four years ago, one of the darkest days of my life. As the email hit my inbox, and I began to read the text, I felt my brain and everything around me move in slow motion. I was stunned, but I knew in that stunned moment that my life was about to come crashing down. I was 28 years old, and for the first time in my life, I had failed.

There would be no Global Breakthrough music festival.

In my young life I had been chased by an elephant, fallen countless times off my crazy horse, and even stumbled over a python. I was fearless. The only thing I feared in life was failure – failure was not an option. But that email told me different. That email told me that I’d just lost the funding from the headline sponsor of my festival that was to take place a few weeks later, and there were absolutely no more rabbits I could pull out of the hat. I was cashed out, no more houses or cars to sell, except for my AC Cobra, which would hardly put a dent in the monster budget. I wasn’t suicidal, but there was a moment that day when I thought, what if...what if I drove real fast around Cape Town's Chapman's Peak, lost control and flew over the edge, surely that would be less painful?

 

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Written by

Jamie Joseph

30 Nov 2012