The first 30 years of my life everything had to be perfect. Without realizing it, my expections were incredibly high. I had to be perfect, my body had to be perfect, my environment had to be perfect, my work had to be perfect... although I always tried new things I was always under a lot of pressure not to make any mistakes. I don't expect those around me to be perfect, why do I expect myself to be perfect?
It wasn't until I turned 30 did I finally understand that mistakes are good, its the only way to learn. Now that I'm 40 I've gotten so comfortable with making mistakes I couldn't believe what I heard myself say the other day.
I was the next person in line at the grocery store when the cashier made an error and it was taking forever for a supervisor to come to correct the mistake. Of course, you know I was in a hurry, it never fails. I couldn't believe that I was calm and resolved to the fact that without a doubt when I'm in a hurry something inevitably happens to get in the way. Previously, I would have had a brain hemorrage by this time. But I didn't, instead I heard myself say to the cashier who had just apologized for the second time "Hey, its okay. The day I become perfect will be the day I expect you to be."
Was that me?
I never thought there would come a day I feel proud of myself for not being perfect. I am actually good at making mistakes, thank God I learn so I make them only once.
I expect by the time I'm 50 I will have made enough mistakes I will be closer to being perfect than any other time in my life.
Tina... I like to say that we are all PERFECLTY imperfect.
Cute Post.
Keep Staging it forward...
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