Sometimes we mess up and we make the wrong choices. On some days more than others and on some things more than others. It’s a normal process that is a part of life. However the right to feel some type of way about your mistakes is totally yours. More importantly it is a valid feeling. On the other hand I want to sort of negate that because at some point you need to come to terms with having made the wrong choices. I say need to because your life can’t stand still forever. What I am not saying is that there is a statute of limitation on how long you get to feel some type of way! That’s up to you to decide if you’re asking me.
Coming to terms with having made the wrong choices is hard as hell if you ask me, a semi perfectionist. It eats me up alive and torments me at night. Does that sound familiar? I know for sure that I am not the only one that suffers from this so I have some things for you to wonder about that has helped me change my narrative somewhat. I say somewhat because well, the perfectionist problem is still prevalent and messing up is just well.. *fill in your favorite word to describe a bad sentiment*.
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One of the things that I started to wonder about was that even though I failed, it has always also been proof of two things. First it is proof of trying, which according to the motivational speakers puts us way ahead of the people still doubting. That has to count for something, no? Second having made a choice is proof of courage. Perhaps this one counts more or double for the people who are like me and wonder a lot before actively taken action. Whether you’re part of ‘’my’’ circle or the ‘’do-it immediately’’ circle it still counts. You should applaud yourself for doing it, don’t you think? I sure am applauding you and me👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽!
The second thing that is worth wondering about when it comes to coming to terms with having made the wrong choices is the following question; don’t the wrong choices make life a lot more interesting? Perhaps not in the immediate moment but think about it; when reading a book and an unexpected turn comes aren’t you immediately more engaged and entertained? I can’t help but wonder whether the same can be said about our lives? We are writing a story after all.. To be fair; the being entertained part usually comes later, way later🤷🏽
Also, speaking about being engaged in your own life, isn’t the moment when everything has fallen apart or is about to fall apart the moment where we are most actively writing our own story? Often in terms of saving the storyline or rewriting it, no matter which one it is, it still counts as engagement. Isn’t this the level of engagement that should happen everyday of our lives? In a good way, obviously.
Perhaps with these thoughts we can change the narrative surrounding wrong choices a little?