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Failure 🐮🤯🤪. Yesterday I was so proud of myself... I had a brainstorm to move our three pet cows to a grassy area, which I normally have to cut with the scrub bar. Excitedly, my 83 yr old Dad and I prepared an electric fence along the bank below our house.

As I’ve never attached a battery before, I rang the husband to ask how to do it. So in my mind last night, I thought I was SOOO clever, because I had found a solution to cutting the grass myself.... the husband did say “put the cows back in the paddock at night in case the wire fails”. And I said “I know what I’m doing, it will be fine”. 😳

This morning, before Dawn, as I sleepily went out the back to get a piece of firewood, two HUGE cows were staring at me. Let’s clarify, one huge cow and one huge bull. 🐄 🐂 A flash of panic rushed through my veins (as they may have eaten our native plants). And I thought “epic fail, husband was right, I obviously didn’t set the fence up properly... Katie you’re a dunce”🤦‍♀️

But then I calmed down the tirade of thoughts, as frustration wouldn’t help extract the bovine burglars from our lawn. 🐮 🥷. I opened the gate, and slowly walked them into the adjourning paddock. Then in the light of the full moon, I had to restring the fence (which wasn’t live, so I definitely failed somewhere 🤦‍♀️) to hopefully trick the other bull to stay put.

We all have failure, sometimes the ‘cows’ get out of the enclosure. It’s normal, yet rarely does beating ourselves up help. Rather than beating ourselves up, it can help to ask “what can I do NOW to remedy things? What did I learn from the failure?” I learnt I need to learn how to set up boundaries 😂

Life lesson: being calm amidst failure helps to move the cows back into the paddock.

Keep shining x

Katie 🥳