Triumphant Failures
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April Sweazy
September 2010
Contributor
Written by
April Sweazy
September 2010
Mistakes are a part of life. I was going to say an unfortunate part of life, but with mistakes come growth and positive change (hopefully), and a chance to learn. In all honesty if I could go back to an earlier time in life and undo all the mistakes I’ve ever made but have to forego what I learned and how I grew in the process, I’m not entirely sure I would. Of course there are those instances where a momentary lapse in judgment, or any brain activity at all, happened slightly more publicly than I would ever care to remember….ever. What amuses me is that when this happens people are all to quick to jump all over you and pick you apart because of course they have never ever made a mistake. At those times I'm very grateful that I once took a class called People Skills for a certification I was working towards. If I hadn’t had that class behind me, surely I would have cursed them all up and down told them precisely where to go. I suppose this too is part of the learning and growing process. I’ve run the gamut of small missteps to large, someone-please-drop-a-boulder-on-me-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery, blunders. Each instance offered me a life lesson that I’ll always remember when and where I was, and what exactly I had done (or in some cases not done), when I learned it. Truth be told, my mistakes and what I’ve learned from them have been great fodder for my writing. I’ve recently gone back and perused some of the stories and things I wrote before some of the more notable catastrophes of my existence, and they make for some humorous reading believe me. It was readily apparent to me as I winced through reading some of the more deplorable works of time gone by that clearly here was an individual who had never experienced anything in life. Yes I had my trials and tribulations in my youth but hadn’t grown enough as a person to be able to write anything of substance. I had to fall down and get back up one or two or twelve times before I could write truthfully, emotionally, and for me, reflectively. I say all this because I’m having a live and learn sort of week. I tripped all over myself for a day or two before falling flat on my face. Now it occurred to me as I repeatedly knocked my head against a wall and berated myself for my own blatant stupidity, that somewhere in all this there was a lesson. Having had a few days to kick myself I know for a fact that my mistake undoubtedly was trying too hard. Yes trying too hard is definitely not always a good thing. The lesson, be yourself. I’ve said this before; I’m horrible at simply being myself because I’m always certain it’s never enough. I’d like a mallet to pound this lesson into my head once and for all. As always I will have to pick myself up and dust myself off and trudge along, lesson firmly in hand, and hope that my brainlessness this week is not irreversible. In the meantime, I’m relieved to realize that my mistakes and the lessons learned from them have made me a better, stronger person and definitely a more thoughtful writer. Here’s to the wisdom that only life experiences, and yes a few mistakes along the way, can give us.

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