A few years ago, I wrote the first book about my own journey. It shared the many failures I've experienced as a creative producer.
Project after project, I focused on how to support uncovering a project's magic which I believed was all that mattered.
What was more challenging was maintaining trusting relationships with clients and other creatives all the way through to the end so that the final team still cared about each other and wanted to shift into promoting the work together.
Time after time I failed somewhere in the process and trust collapsed. Until finally I figured out how to remain in integrity til the end.
I decided to call this book Failure Party. I loved the idea of celebrating the failures as they led to understanding how to succeed. Our creative director came up with a cover I LOVED.
Then I shared the book with a couple close friends who didn't think the title worked. They advocated for something more positive. Unable to trust myself, I leaned on them and went with the title Jump. We designed a simple and far less bold cover and released the book.
It was endorsed by some great folks like Tony Hsieh, Marshall Goldsmith, and Chip Conley, but I never liked handing it out. I had made the wrong decision and based on some feedback, decided to play it safe. In doing so, I ended up with a book I wasn't excited to share.
Timing of when to share and who to share writing with have become integral parts of our process. I learned firsthand how fragile we are when we share our stories. I'm grateful for how much care we take now with our clients' work, but still sad that my first experience with my own story wasn't in alignment with who I am.
This morning I woke up from a dream about Failure Party. I saw the cover and knew this was my topic for the day: my sadness around not having stuck with my gut and trusted my instinct.