Doing something wrong has such a negative connotation.
If it is wrong, then it is bad, ugly, unwanted and therefore my dear friends, something that you wouldn’t want to do. So, what if I tell you that I do wrong things all the time? How would you react?
Even as I am writing this, I am perceiving you of thinking that I have something terrible, unspeakable almost! but don’t worry I’m not doing any of those things, I am just living and learning about the world around me.
You see, for 2016 I wanted to be the best that I could be!
I wanted to be awesome at yoga, write blog posts every day and have a super clean diet where I craved salad each day!
I started off great, I did a juice cleanse for 5 days, ending it on New Year’s Day and I was getting right into my yoga and I couldn’t write because I didn’t have my computer but I had all these great ideas and man-oh-man! I was going to be on fire this year!!
But then I started getting tired all the time, I lost my appetite for all foods and the thought of going to yoga was comparable to someone sticking bamboo under my toenails. (sorry if I made you cringe, I needed to set the mood) I became withdrawn and I honestly hated this blog because it was sitting still, reminding me that I had already failed 2016. “I am useless!” I would constantly think to myself.
And then today, I realised that I had started this year all wrong. I had put so much pressure onto myself (typical Capricorn) that I forgot what mattered most… me! I am actually having a good giggle at myself for thinking that I would eat salad everyday, mainly because I get really cold when I eat lots of salad… not the best idea when in the middle of winter in Canada.
So what is the point of this post?
It’s ok to get things wrong, in fact, you should get it wrong all the time! Because if you didn’t, you won’t be able to learn and better yourself!
And if I do have a massive f@#K up, here are a few steps that I use to pick myself back up again and dust myself off:
I swore quite loudly in front of the president of the company that I work for today. He didn’t say anything to me but I am old enough to know that I shouldn’t be dropping f-bombs because the printer ran out of paper. All I could do was laugh with the other co-worker that heard me and take note, that I should probably curb my potty mouth a bit.
2. Take Note
As Einstein famously said “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results.” It’s all well and good to make mistakes but the whole lesson is lost if you do not learn from them. When I screw up, I take a moment to reflect on what has happened and how I could have changed the situation. If I am at work, I will also add a note to the manual for my position, in hope that my predecessor doesn’t have to experience the same mistakes.
3. Ask Questions
I am so lucky to have plenty of people around me that I can ask for guidance. If I am really grappling with an issue, I can talk to them and they shine a new light on the situation. In fact, just talking about it and voicing my thoughts out loud sometimes gives me the greatest clarity.
4. Forgive Yourself
I am still working on this one. I am so prone to feeling guilty and wanting to take the full blame for anything that isn’t 100% perfect. But in five years from now, will any of it matter and the answer is always no. No, it won’t matter in five years! So I give myself a hug (with my mind) and get on with it because life is too short for feeling sad and guilty for something that won’t matter in the future.
I leave you with one of my newest recipes, which is the exact opposite of the clean eating that I had envisioned for myself this year. It is a creamy, cheesy chicken lasagna and it is so delicious that my mouth is watering at the thought of it….
Please let me know how you make mistakes and how you cope with them in the comments section below, I would love to hear your thoughts.
Love Olivia xx
P.s. The picture for this post is from 2014, when I still owned a camper van. I was merrily driving down the road and suddenly I was in a ditch! Luckily, a passerby with a massive truck pulled me out and I got a smaller car a couple of months later. And yes, I still miss the van that I affectionately named “Cookie.”