A failure is contingent. You have to attempt, in order to fail, and it is always so good to be attempting something. Failing means doing, trying, working. I live to fail--what better to remind me that all this (grand, sweeping gesture) is earned?
Don't let fear get in your way. Fail, damnit, then get up and fail again.
Nice idea, Harvey. Now, how about you take that pink machine out of the closet and clear off the sewing table you're currently using as a "desk"? That favorite pair of jeans won't repair themselves. xox