I think mistakes are good for me
Like vitamins
And drinking enough water
And getting enough sleep…
They keep me aware
And curious
And learning all the time.
I used to BE mortified by mistakes. BEing called out on
them. BEing shamed or disgraced in front of others. I canNOT say I miss those
What Happened After bits, but I CAN say I love making mistakes Now.
Even in front of people.
Or where everyone can see. [if they are looking ;~D]
When I was teaching I used to have the kids cut off their erasers
and use bright colours to circle their mistakes. We celebrated these as great
opportunities and gifts, which I BElieve they are.
When I was 9, we moved in April of my 4th grade
year. My old school hadn’t taught cursive yet. My new teacher wouldn’t let me
participate until I COULD DO SO in cursive.
This was when I BEgan to cover, deny, and flat-out hate
making mistakes.
Where I BEgan to BElieve that I WAS [AM] a Mistake.
It took me many many oh so too many years to discover this
and to BEgin to change my thinkingandfeeling on the matter. It took some pretty
wretched experiences and taking myself down dark and musty hallways of shame to
find light again…
I love you, Currie
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