This is day 17 of a 30 day New Year’s Resolution.
I have another secret writing identity. I’m not only a Style BLogger. I’m also the author of an ed-tech blog, magnetiCClassroom.
Ssssh! It’s a secret.
Well, now you know. Anyhow, I wanted to write tonight about “fail-forward” and “design-thinking.” Design thinking is a process which some groups go through in understanding a problem to the point of empathy, creatively designing solutions, and rationally studying the pros and cons of each.
If design-thinking had a Patronus, it would be a glowing pad of Sticky-Notes. Design-thinkers throw ideas on the wall and see what sticks. So to speak.
And they speak about failing as I speak about the time I went to science camp in middle-school. It can be awful, but if you embrace it and get it out of the way, (fail forward), you can learn a great deal from it.
I mention this because as I left Milwaukee to come home, my father pulled, from out of a stack of photos, this gem.
It’s pretty bad.
The hat is an Uncle Bill hand-me-down, the shirt is big and billowy in the sleeves, and you could fit two fingers-breadth between my neck and the collar.
What else? Now that I’m on a roll: the tie is shiny silk, the vest is too big, and the 90s goatee would be more acceptable if it wasn’t already 2002. I won’t say anything disparaging about my father’s outfit, but I do think the ortho-boot adds a little something to the look.
To finish, the pants are too baggy, and I’m wearing huge, round-toed Dr. Marten’s slip-on boots.
I sent a picture of this to a friend, and I said, “Can you believe how bad this is?”
And instead of laughing with me, he said: “I see that as baby-steps towards how you dress now.”
Indeed, I remember so many times putting on an outfit and wishing it looked good, but knowing it didn’t. I kept trying. I failed and sometimes I succeeded.
In the picture, yes, I was failing. My dad, maybe, too. But we were failing forward.
There is no growth without failure, and there is no failure without trying.
And there is no way to be styley without experimenting. So.
Get ready to fail. And have fun with it.
I remember that hat, I think, or perhaps its predecessors. Even if it (and they) were not your idea of perfect now, they told me you were interested in your style. You were throwing noodles against the wall to see what stuck. Eventually, the cavatappi connected with the stucco, so to speak. If that hat is still around, I hope it’s on an honorable hook on your wall.
Haha! I know the hat youre referring to…that redidulous bolero. Oy. No, this is another one of my “dude, what’s on your head” hats. The bolero is loooooong gooooone.