It happens this way …
Last week’s post about my lying to cover up mistakes uncovered a distant memory. It was 1980 and I was standing at the kitchen sink in our Woodbridge home, washing dishes with my Aunt Florence. I blurted out, “I’m thirty-five and I’m still terrified to make mistakes.” I don’t remember what prompted that admission, but I do remember the angst in those words.
It took me decades to become a recovering perfectionist and to earn the freedom to make more mistakes.
I used to blush ferociously when a driver honked at me for some perceived traffic gaffe. I must have been doing something wrong.
I used to feel it was my fault if a meal I ordered at a restaurant wasn’t up to par. It was my mistake for ordering it.
I used to feel gut-punched when an editor rejected a poem. Wrong publication, wrong editor, wrong piece. My fault.
Today – older and somewhat wiser – I’ve learned that there really are no mistakes.
They are only mis-takes – to play with movie parlance – that lead me to the surprising and unexpected.
That wrong turn I took because I was distracted led me to a route around a traffic accident I didn’t know happened. Who knew?
The fancy blouse I bought three years ago and never wore was perfect for a social event this year. Who knew?
Five poems rejected by one publication got accepted individually by three others.
And so it goes.
I’ve decided to embrace what Tallulah Bankhead once said: If I had to live my life over again, I’d make the same mistakes, only sooner.
I won’t wait for the next life to make more mistakes sooner. Today’s a good day. In the process, I hope to discover how much more intriguing life can be after each mis-take.
Yes our society and culture conditions many of us for unfounded guilt and self-blame. It can take a lifetime to recondition ourselves … if ever
Wow, very engaging and revealing article!
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I do my best to look at my mis-takes as opportunities to learn. I believe it’s a message not only to learn, but to share. Now……………if I could only get my running pants on correctly the first time!!!!
Absobliginlutely! I once had a boss who told me “don’t bother making little mistakes. You learn more from the big ones.”
It’s something like building a new design out of a miss placed word or a stain on a piece of fabric. There’s so much serendipity around the corner
Carolyn.
You are so real.
Bless you
Geri
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Wasn’t quite sure how to do this … Lordy, me and technology (Hey, I’m right here … I can see you laughing…) ATANYRATE as I babble and digress, I loved this. Really loved this. Mis-take … life is but a series of mis-takes and how blessed when we get to do a retake… because we’ve made it a lesson and thus something new.
“All right, Mr. De Mille. I’m ready for my closeup.”
Thanks, Kathy! I’m glad this one resonated with you. Your last line about Mr. De Mille is priceless. Maybe a poem some day?