This post could also be called On Failure, or On Working Hard, or On Learning Life’s Lessons the Hard Way.
When I was young, I spent most of each summer in our above-ground pool, swimming and jumping and tumbling and doing laps of its 20-foot length.
I thought I was a good swimmer and my view of my ability wasn’t challenged until Year Five when I participated in my first swimming carnival. In preparation, we had PE lessons at the pool and had to show the teacher how well we could swim across its breadth so she could assign us to a group based on our ability.
Full of confidence, I dived in at the shallow end and set to it. Not owning a pair of goggles, I closed my eyes to protect them from the chlorine and swam my heart out. The chlorine stung each time I tried to open my eyes, so I kept them shut. I continued swimming until I reached the other side. Panting and with smarting eyes and aching arms, I wiped the water from my face and looked up. I was near the deep end, and my class at the shallow end were laughing at me for having veered so far off course.
I was relegated to the group for poor swimmers. I was so disappointedโmy vision of myself as a good swimmer was destroyed. I wanted to be a good swimmer, so I did more laps of our pool and my father took me to the pool a few mornings so I could practice. When it came time for the swimming carnival, I entered a full-length race. I remember the teacher checking if I was sure I could do it, and I nodded, hoping I could.
When it came time for my race, I pushed my arms through the water as fast as they could go and kicked a wake an outboard motor would have been proud of. I was still without goggles, so I couldnโt see exactly where I was going, but at least I had the lane ropes to guide me. I went hard, and started to puff and tire. I tried to keep going, but not being able to see the end, I grabbed the lane rope and stopped. I was only a few metres from the finish, and I hadn’t realised.
I felt humiliated and thought everyone was laughing at me again. And I felt like a failure. I had underestimated the effort and the practice required to be able to swim that distance.
Before the next summer, I set about learning to swim properly. I joined a swimming club and trained with a swimming instructor. And I bought goggles.
The following year, I made the swimming team.
From that experience, you might think I learnt valuable lessons about not relying on natural talent, and about hard work and practice bringing dividends. But I didnโt.
For one Launceston Competitions, I hadnโt properly memorised my poem, yet I hoped Iโd remember it on the day without prompting. I didnโt.
Before one piano exam, I hadnโt played one of my pieces through without making a mistake, yet I hoped Iโd pull it off on the day. I didnโt.
One-by-one, as things got harder and natural ability didnโt get me through, I dropped things Iโd once been good at and enjoyedโspeech and drama, piano, even swimming.
I still did well in school, especially in Maths and Science. Those subjects came easily to meโthank goodness, or I donโt think Iโd be sitting here today. I quite liked solving Maths and Physics problems, so whenever I could drag myself to do homework, that’s what I did, and I ignored English and Humanities and anything I found difficult.
Over the years, I gave up everything that required hard work or effort, and by the end of school, I was relying on natural ability, the bare minimum of work, and last-minute cramming to get me through.
I got into Medicine, and with no idea of how to study, I set about trying to become a doctor.
The first year, being mainly Science, was okay, but second year required rote learningโthe names of body parts, their origins and insertions, and going over and over the various chemical cycles of the body until they stuck in the memory. That needed a self-discipline I didn’t have. On top of that, I was having a hard time coping with life in general, so I rarely turned up to lectures and tutorials.
A kindly Anatomy lecturer pulled me aside one day, and asked me if something was wrong. I couldn’t tell her how I felt, because I thought it was all my own faultโthat I was lazy and lacked self-discipline. She told me I had the ability to be in the top ten in the year, but I needed to turn up and work. Her words meant a lot to me, even at the time. Sheโd looked past my behaviour and noticed I had potential. At that time, though, I couldnโt pull myself out of the hole I was in.
I dropped out that yearโdeemed failedโand returned the following year to try again. I made it through the year and was in the middle of exams when my sister was killed. I passed, but the year following her death, I was incapable of pulling myself out of any hole, and failed again.
It was all too much. I was still grieving my sister’s death and I’d failed. I felt as if I’d lost everything, and I felt like giving up, throwing everything away. Curling into a ball and hoping to disappear into blackness. I didnโt care if I died. I wouldnโt have actively killed myself, but I wouldnโt have minded if someone, or something, had ended it for me.
With no idea of what I would do, or even if I wanted to do anything, I dragged myself through each day. I worked the next year, and then took myself off to Europe, far away from Tasmania and its people and memories. Iโve written about this before, and how I had to escape. A few people thought I was making the wrong decision, and told me so. But there were others, including my GP, who thought it was a good idea.
It was the best thing I could have done. Slowly, slowly, far away from the bleakness of my Tasmanian life, I groped my way forwards. There were still times of darkness, but at some point during that year, I decided I wanted a decent life. And it was a decision; I remember making it. I remember the realisation that I could either go on living like that and bumming around until I died, or I could be a decent person, work hard, and have a decent life.
I wanted to be a good person and have a good life. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I knew I had to make changes.
I decided to give Medicine another go.
Maybe those lessons I learned from wanting to swim with the good swimmers and make the length of the pool kicked in, but I just knew Iโd work hard this time.
I had a few hurdles to jump first. Iโd only been granted one yearโs leave from Medicine, and Iโd taken two. Iโd requested permission for an extra year, but the letter informing me I had to return had gone astray, and the second one reached me a couple of months after the Uni year had started. These were in the days before email, and when correspondence between Europe and Australia took weeks, even months, especially when backpacking.
I applied to return to Medicine but the Medical Faculty refused, so I had to appeal to the Full Board of the University (I can’t remember their exact title), on which sat representatives from all faculties.
I turned up at the designated time and waited in the hall outside the Board room. At one point, the door opened and the Dean of Medicine emerged. He said, โGood morningโ as he passed, and I greeted him in return, and then watched him walk off knowing he’d just been in the room making the case for my exclusion.
I remember the wood-panelled room and the Board members sitting like judges on a bench. Only one was a woman, and I recognised one otherโa psychology lecturer. They were nice and asked me why I thought I should be allowed another opportunity. I told them how ill-equipped Iโd been to cope with everything, what a bumpy ride Iโd had, but how, in the time off, Iโd pulled myself together and now felt I could cope. I remember saying, โI just want a clear run at it.โ
As I prepared to leave, the psychology lecturer said to me, โI think youโll find us more sympathetic than the Medical Faculty.โ
And so I returned to study.
I was true to my word and buckled down. But I was always conscious of failure sitting on my shoulder, breathing hard against my neck. At times, I went overboard to make sure I’d pass. I worked my butt off, studying four or five hours a night and ten-hour days of a weekend. Once you’ve failed, I don’t think the fear of failing ever leaves.
It was hard to go back as a student when my original year had already graduated and were doctors. I had to swallow my pride, and not worry about what anyone thought or said.
Some were really nice and greeted me as they always had, not as someone lower on the rungs than them.
A few pretended they didnโt recognise me. One grilled me with questions until I tripped up. One wouldnโt answer my question, but told me to go look it up. One, even when Iโd presented a case well, criticised me heavily and publicly.
I felt it even after I’d graduated. One former classmate, when introducing me to a couple of doctors, said, โThis is Louise.’ She turned to me. โHow many years did it take for you to graduate in the end?โ
โTen,โ I said, and covered my embarrassment with a joke about being a slow learner.
I took it because I felt I deserved it and had to be humble.
Throughout medical school, I kept my sights on the goalโgraduation. I put my head down and studied, and told myself to keep going until I got there. And once I was there, I hoped that feeling of being a ‘failure’ would disappear. (I don’t think it ever truly does.)
I got there. And I didn’t just PassโI got Credits and Distinctions, and a couple of High Distinctions.
The day after I passed my final exams, I visited my old Anatomy lecturer. I told her I was graduating, and that things had worked out, personally and professionally. And I thanked her for that day in Second Year when she’d pulled me aside and shown me she cared.
On graduation day a few weeksโ later, she was waiting for me when I came out of the ceremony during which weโd taken our oath. She held a giftโa gold pendant of Mary and the baby Jesus. I still have it.
When I started work, I worked hard. Every review or reference Iโve ever had has mentioned my strong work ethic.
In the end, it was those hours of study and practice and learning that got me there. It wasnโt natural ability.
I think what Iโm trying to say is that itโs not about natural talent, but about working hard.
Iโm also trying to say don’t give up, never give up, even if you’ve failed.
And never be too proud to go back and start again.
I’m in awe of your courage….
Thank you, Lisa. xx
Louise, your posts are so human, honest and generous. I have never met you but imagine you as a kind and brave woman. I think you could collect these essays and publish them in some form of ‘life experiences along the way’ book. ????โ????
Thank you for your lovely words, Robyn. I love writing these sorts of essays but I haven’t thought about what I’ll do with them yet. I know I have a lot more I want to write, and at this stage, I just want to see what comes out!
Thank you again, and I’m sure that one day we’ll meet! xx
God. I really needed to read that right now. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel like hard work is good enough for some. But you’ve reminded me that it should be, and is. I’ll crank out another job application on the back of your column and if there’s time, write for pleasure. The holy grail…that must be put off until all other ‘necessary’ writing is done. Thanks Louise. X
I’m glad it’s given you inspiration to keep working, keep trying, keep learning, keep persevering. xx
Ah Louise i love your posts. I will keep this for my kids to read x
Thank you! <3 I hope it has an encouraging effect, not a discouraging one!
Only ever encouraging
That’s good. ๐
Thank you Louise. Again your writing hits all the chords for me. I remember seeing you as a doctor, terrified, clutching my mammogram, how kind, skilled and compassionate you were. Many moons later I wondered how I knew you at our writing group, then the penny dropped. I am so glad that “sense of failed” student had a couple of gap years and went on to be a doctor, then a writer. Well done you. xxxx
Thanks, Nicola. I sometimes wonder what my former patients think if they ever read my blog, so it’s nice to know at least one of them doesn’t mind that their doctor was human and imperfect. xx
What a wonderful wealth of experience you have to encourage others in their life journey. Also mature and humble enough to share it. You are able to “read’ others fears and needs. Thankyou xxxxxx
Thank you, Maureen. Humility and vulnerability are under-rated. xx
Another really beautiful, thought provoking post, like the fibres of your heart guided your pen.
Thank you, Margaretโand beautifully said. ‘Like the fibres of your heart guided your pen.’ This is from the heartโthat’s how I write best.
Oh Louise you are brave, determined and beautiful. Thank you for another honest post from the heart xxxx
Thank you, as always, dear friend. I like writing pieces like this because they’re the real me.
Your story reminds me of my husband’s struggle to get back into law after fifteen years away from university and only one year under his belt. He graduated finally at 40. Before then, he too needed to convince the powers that be that he was worthy.
It’s terrible the way we expect so much of our young folks in terms of their capacities to get by, particularly when life throws trauma in their way. The death of your sister must have been devastating.
It’s so good to read this, Louise, so resonant, especially beginning with the stuff of learning to swim. I taught myself to swim, too, and went crooked.
It’s a great metaphor for life generally. We learn from these things as long as we don’t stray too far-off course.
Things might be a bit easier now, and universities are more supportive of students. I hope so. Even back then, other faculties were a lot more understanding than Medicine, which is why the full board let me back in. I’m sure your husband would have an easier time of it these days, too. I think people have realised the value of life experience. It’s especially important for doctors, I think, but also for lawyers. Anyone, really. I still think they want you to fit a mould, but there’s a little more room to move!
And yes, the swimming metaphor is aptโnot only does it illustrate how putting in hard work helps you reach the finish line, but also reinforces that wearing the right protective equipment can help, too! If only I’d worn some goggles! ๐
My heart sends a huge hug to yours. ???? you are an amazing person. Thank you for sharing. Xxx
Karen, thank you for taking the time to read my piece and comment so encouragingly. xx
Another great post, Louise. Thank you for sharing your story of persistence and couage in the face of adversity.
Thank you, Maureen. It means a lot that you liked it! x
Bravo Louise! I admire your courage,perseverance, and as always your honesty. You had to dig deep to seek readmittance to medical.school. I’m certain that attitude has served you well in many other ways. Thanks and well done.
Thank you, Penny. ๐ All I can say is that everything has been worth it. xx
I know we never felt like those you mentioned. I hope you never thought we did. Life deals you a hand and there are many ways to play it. And you pick your next one up and try again. You get there in the end. You are following a dream now, looks like you have learned some great things along the way.
No, you and Allan never did, Sharyn. Allan was even my registrar and he was a great boss! And there were others like him, who were supportive and encouraging, and treated me like a worthwhile person. But there were those who seemed to want to make me feel uncomfortable and as if I wasn’t as good as them. I know there are all sorts of reasons why people do that, and I think if you’re not confident in yourself, you look for something to give you one up on others.
Such a beautiful, honest post, Louise. What battles you have had to fight in life, and not of your own choosing – it’s testament to your courage and spirit that you have achieved so much. And you are right about not giving up, about persevering, even when things seem really tough at times – it’s a lesson I’m still learning, but it’s certainly getting easier ๐
I’m a bit like a dog with a bone about some thingsโI don’t give up. It can have its downside, but it’s also served me well. When there’s something you really want, head down and bum up is the only way to get it!
I do love that expression – I don’t think it translates so well over here though ha ha! But I totally agree – you have to put in the time to get where you want to be ๐
No, it mightn’t be the most polite way to describe a posture! But it’s certainly the one to adopt if you don’t want to be distracted! ๐
It’s funny, I wrote about the same subject a couple of days ago. You are such an inspiration, Louise. Thank you for sharing your journey with us.
Thanks for dropping by, Gulara, especially as I know how busy you are these days! How funny that we wrote about similar thingsโthen again, our journeys are similar, so it does make sense. I must have missed your post, so I’ll slip over and take a look … ๐
We are on a similar wavelength, although we have a different take on this topic ๐ I thoroughly enjoyed reading your post. It’s great to hear a different perspective.
Just read your post and left numerous comments! There are a million reasons why people work hard and why they don’t, aren’t there? I’m glad I did or I wouldn’t be where I am. I’m also glad I opted out and am doing what I do now. It also entails hard work and not giving up, but I want to do it, so it doesn’t feel as hard. ๐
I really appreciate all your comments and I don’t see how they are off the topic because they are spot on. I’m glad I worked hard too, it definitely got me where I am. And it’s not sustainable, so I’m changing my ways ๐ I listened to an interview yesterday. It’s a bit edgy, and at times too much strong language, but sometime after 33 minutes onward there’s an interesting enquiry which explained why I was so driven. When you open the page, there’s a sign up form, if you scroll right to the bottom and click ‘No, thanks’ you can watch video in peace (if you have time, of course). Much love and gratitude for all your support. http://www.marieforleo.com/2016/07/tony-robbins-extraordinary-life/