Ya’ll, I have made some messes this past month. Human-type mistakes. Cringe-worthy snafus (is that a word? snafu? snafooo?) 🤭🫣🤔
Today I led my client out of the woods almost AN HOUR LATE. I spaced on the time we started (our normal start, by the way). When I realized the time, my thought was, “Oops, we’ll be a little late, but not by much.” THEN I realized we’d STARTED a full half hour before my brain calculated properly. Thank goodness I didn’t wreck her morning schedule.
I went to the beach with friends last month. Met another friend for a walk. And GOT LOST. Walking on the beach. Seriously. I couldn’t find the VERY green house that is my landmark. This friend and I walked up and down the beach THREE TIMES to find the darn thing. I felt like a bozo. She couldn’t help much because she’d left her shoes up by the walkover and the sand was CRAZY hot. We found it eventually by looking at house numbers on the beach side (thank goodness). Did I mention it was HOT? We didn’t have water because we only supposed to walk an hour. It was almost TWO hours by the time we found the green house. THAT was a sweaty endeavor.
Now, I’m telling you about these mistakes NOT so you try to make me feel better.
I don’t need an explanation offered or your solidarity by you giving me examples of how you’ve made similar mistakes (‘cuz we ALL have). There’s no need to soothe me.
I’m sharing this to say: I mess up sometimes AND I LOVE ME ANYWAY.
I am very human in my mistakes. It happens. I misjudge time, I miss cues, I forget stuff. I say unkind things. I drink too much white wine and get mouthy (well, maybe that really IS just me…😎).
AND I LOVE ME DESPITE THESE MESS UPS.
Gentle reader…do you readily forgive yourself for making mistakes? For messing up?
Of course I make amends and offer fervent apologies when I’m in the wrong.
But I don’t flog myself with a wet noodle for hours, days, months, or years anymore. TRUTH: I used to torture and judge myself for mistakes. Relentlessly.
NOW: I have deep compassion for myself for messing up.
And I move on and keep doing my good work. Loving my husband and my family and my kitties. I persist, with forgiveness.
I’ve noticed that practicing this also makes it easier for me to forgive others when they do wrong.
We’re all human, afterall. 💚
Gentle reader: is there something you need to forgive yourself for (big or small)? Will you step into compassion and do it right now?
Thanks for joining me on the forgiveness train. Choo choo! 🚂
Warmly,
Angie