Fall down. Grit back up.

12-year-old me: I want to learn to ski.
My step-dad: You should join the race team.
(Huh?)

I learned to ski when I was 12. My step-dad was a ski instructor and a racer. He taught us how to ski at a little mountain in the Berkshire hills.

I wasn't good. That didn't stop my step-dad from saying, “You should join the race team." And so I did.

Fall down grit back up

Apparently I didn't get the memo that the race team was for good skiers, not new skiers. No matter. They welcomed my wedge with open arms. I fell a lot, caught bamboo in the face, cursed the frigid early morning practices. But I kept getting up. I loved being a part of that team. I wasn't an ace, but boy, those girls could ski.

We practiced all morning and free skied all afternoon. We cheered for each other. We never gave up. Eventually, I got good.

My daughter took her first ski lesson last week. She fell a lot; I cheered. She cried tears of frustration when she could not get up; my heart smiled because I knew she would.

Remember, if you aren’t falling, you aren’t growing.

When was the last time you fell down and got back up? Let’s cheer each other on.

Stacy Havener

Blue-collar girl from the Berkshires who combined a lot of grit with a little glitter to become a successful female entrepreneur in the investment world. Founder of Havener Capital, raising capital ($8B and counting), stomping glass ceilings, and shaking things up. 

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