I have never been good at failing. Or rather I've never been good at accepting that I've failed. Blame it on being the first-born of the family, the overly-independent, over achiever, who wants to get everything right preferably the first time.*

Being human and almost 35, I know that failure is a part of life (read this blog as proof). But it still hits me hard and makes me doubt myself - who am I, what am I doing, why am I here?...Typical existential bullshit.

Today was that kind of day, so I polled my Facebook friends about how to deal with failure better. Answers included such wise recommendations as: get used to it; do it more often; that's part of life; it's not so bad looking back; drink a cocktail; have a beer; don't know never tried it (I have funny friends).

The one that resonated most with was a quote a friend posted from Samuel Beckett:

Ever tried.

Ever failed.

No matter.

Try again.

Fail again.

Fail better.

In dating I'm definitely trying and failing and trying again. I do believe I'm failing better. But what about in love?

Am I really trying? Am I afraid to fail? I may or may not have mentioned that I got off OkCupid for the past two months because life was getting more busy and my dates were getting more boring. Or was I just tired of failing over and over?

So now I will poll you, my readers, my online friends.

Do I dare get back online to fail again?

*I failed my driver's test not once but twice. Now the world knows. But I'm an excellent driver.