We all make them - I know, shocker - but it's true. As much as we'd like to think that we either don't mess up or that our mess ups don't really matter, they do.
I couldn't help but wonder. Why do mess ups mess us up?
Our characters and personalities are made up by all of the wrongs we've committed - a kind of "homeowners insurance" if you will. Things were broken, but replaced again with no added cost or payment of half. Really, why do we continually worry about the oops'es in our lives? Sleepless nights, heavy hearts, a sour stomach. All the side effects of the drug. We stress so much about the "what we did wrong's" that 9 times out of 10, it leads us in to committing even more boo-boos.
As always, I stress the fact of not letting it get to you. Nights become a little more restful, our hearts let go of the burden, and the butterflies fly away. Mess ups come and they go - it's inevitable. But the difference is that no matter the mess up, if you learn to get rid of the "mess," the only way you can go is "up."
KLR
