Happy Accidents
I know I'm not alone here, but as a kid, I'd spend hours staring at my standard-def TV watching Bob Ross work his magic. I had no artistic talent and no interest in painting, yet there was something soothing and enjoyable about his presence in my life. After a while, you'd learn his cadence, rhythms, and sayings. One such saying has always stuck with me: "We don't make mistakes. We have happy accidents."
On December 16th, I published what I thought was a killer post titled "Giving > Getting." I was extremely proud of that one, and hoped it would move the needle for people. However, much to my dismay, I realized I made a crucial mistake. While everything looked fine on the website, my e-mail distribution software apparently doesn't like the symbol ">." Instead of my subscribers receiving a post titled "Giving > Getting," it was titled "Giving #x3E; Getting." See, a brutal mistake!!!!
I spent the better part of a day lamenting how my stupidity in the execution prevented a beautiful piece from reaching its true potential.
Enter Bob Ross and his wisdom.
To this day, that blog post is easily the most-read thing I've ever published. It experienced a record-high open rate and was shared countless times. Why? I don't think it's a coincidence. I think the e-mail subject line "Giving #x3E; Getting" was just too weird not to open; a happy accident, so to speak.
If I'm honest with myself, much of what I've accomplished throughout my life is a product of happy accidents:
If I hadn’t failed so badly in my original writing endeavors, I wouldn’t have lamented my frustrations to my friend and mentor, Gary Hoag. That’s the conversation that inspired what has now become this blog. A happy accident.
If COVID hadn’t crushed Cole’s videography business momentum, he never would have called me to pitch what eventually became the Meaning Over Money Podcast. A happy accident.
If TJ hadn’t failed in his first several iterations of Northern Vessel, and had his pending capital partners not flaked on him at the eleventh hour, Northern Vessel wouldn’t be what it is today (or if it had, I certainly wouldn’t be part of it). A happy accident.
If my employer’s company hadn’t shut down during the Great Financial Crisis, and if my employer hadn’t given me an ultimatum to move to Iowa or join my friends in the unemployment line, and if I hadn’t been so deeply (and stupidly) in debt that I didn’t actually have any personal freedom to make choices, I never would have moved to Iowa, and my life as I know it simply wouldn’t exist. A happy accident.
Nothing goes as planned, I screw up every step of the way, and I never end up where I expect. Life is a series of happy accidents, and I'm down for it! Happy accidents, while frustrating in the moment, create beauty, richness, and unpredictability in an often mundane life. Savor them, don’t wish them away.
Embrace those happy accidents!
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