Mistakes Were Made!
Ever make grilled pizza? Yeah you should, it’s fun. I did once for a gathering and used a plastic spatula to flip the crust. Yes, plastic. I left it on the grill and it melted and oozed orange plastic all over everything.
One of my guests, the one who happened to give me that spatula as part of a birthday gift called out when I held up the remaining handle and metal, “Mistakes were made!”
Yes, mistakes are made.
We gossip and tattle.
We don’t say what we really mean.
We make promises we know we can’t keep.
We lie.
I’ve done worse than melt a plastic spatula on a grill. I’ve told secrets I should’ve kept to myself. I’ve exaggerated problems that weren’t so big, but became huge after I opened my big mouth. I’ve burnt bridges knowingly and live with the singe of regret.
Mistakes were made. And I’ve learned from each and every one.
Unpack your mistakes. Are some of them still too hot to handle? The ones that are cool to the touch, when you look at them from all sides can you see what you’ve learned?
I’ve learned from my mistakes and know that I’m a grown-*ss woman because I can admit them, determine the lesson learned, and move forward. That’s what mistakes are for you know. We all goof, it’s part of being human. Let’s all take one giant step forward!
- Aunt B
