First Rule of Fail Club: We *Always* Talk About Fail Club

Yesterday I failed at making dinner. Truly, spectacularly failed. Made a mess, dinner was ruined.

I substituted green lentils for red lentils in making dhal, when pressed for time. “No need to go buy some more red lentils. Green will be fine.” Famous (dinner) last words. Green lentils are bigger, have harder skins, and they take forever to cook. Fail. Throw it in the trash fail. Inedible fail.

The taste was too bitter, just off…three hours in the lentils stubbornly refused to break down. Dinner was a fail, and the sandwiches came out instead.

But everyone has to eat, so will one culinary fail stop me from making dinner again today? No way. Get back up, try again.

Life is one big fail sometimes. Failed job interviews. Hopes and dreams that don’t quite come true. Bitter disappointment. Yet someway, somehow, we get back up off the mat and…do it again. The alternative, just laying down, and taking it, is not good enough.

Fail forward, fail again.

There is an iterative and addictive nature to failing.

So the lentils are ruined. What next?

They were green and brown mush. Inedible, bitter, awful. What to do now?