Mistakes. We make them. They are not pretty and the ripple effect(s) can extend far and wide. Unfortunately, someone or something or multiple people are left in the wake of your actions/ words/ thoughts.
We are imperfect creatures, with imperfect actions, ultimately leading to the great world of sin. Blah. I hate messing up. I feel stupid, ashamed, afraid or if it’s really intense, I enter into a state of self-loathing, which is detrimental to everyone. It’s like you begin to bury yourself in your problems and emotions, grief and hatred. In the end your reaction to the mistake is sometimes worse than the mistake itself because it’s self focused which takes away from loving people.
I want to be known as a woman of character. A woman who puts others before herself and loves well and generously and lives unafraid. I don’t know about you but sometimes I feel inadequate at everything. Relationships, feelings, communication, life plan- what is that? I can barely keep up and I feel like everyone else is in on this secret of success, whose playbook I happened to miss while I was taking a bathroom break. No one can predict what will happen tomorrow. Life is short. Take the almost- explosion at 42nd today. We are not promised tomorrow, and that’s a fact. We make mistakes. We must move on.