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Day 310: stormy weather

7 Nov

It’s stormy around here. 
So much so I am writing my post now, in case the power goes out.

The wind and rain are driving into the house and the windows.
The waves are crashing all around us.

It’s amazing how bright and blue the sky can be one day…
How dark and dreary the next.

It doesn’t help that I totally screwed up my schedule today and missed seeing a friend by an hour and a half. I have no idea how a 10am turned into an 11:30 on my calendar.

But it completely messed up my day.

It reminds me of two very important things: 
1. We all make mistakes.
2. It sucks to make mistakes.

Oh yeah and one more thing…
I really hate it when I make mistakes.

And why is the hardest part (possibly the fearless part) not being so hard on myself?

Like I said…
Stormy weather. 

Day 47: a love letter to mistakes, part II

16 Feb

Tonight continues my commitment to more love and less fear this year.  For February, I am writing a love letter each day.  Tonight is dedicated to …mistakes.

Dear Mistakes, (yes, again):  

I have to remember the power of the written word.

I shouldn’t be surprised that I made a mistake today, after writing you a love note last night.

But, I was.

All day long, I was giddy with excitement to go see Marianne Williamson speak live, right here in Naples.  I have read her books, I have followed her online and I have been moved by her writing.

I even packed the latest book, A Course In Weight Loss, in my purse with hope that Marianne would sign it for me.

I should have been tipped off by the dim lit parking lot as I pulled into the Unity Church driveway.

I definitely knew something was wrong when I saw only three other cars parked neatly in rows – a clear sign that nothing was going on within miles of the place.

As I opened my car door I saw another woman getting out of her car at the same time.

“Is this where the Marianne Williamson event is tonight?” I asked.

“The what?” she replied.

“Marianne Williamson?” I sheepishly repeated, knowing I was definitely in the wrong place.

“Oh, yes!” My hope returned as her face lit up.

“She’ll be here in March,” the kind woman replied as my heart sank.

“March?” I said out loud, half embarrassed for getting the date wrong and partly feeling like March was an eternity away.

I suppose right here is where I say, “thank you dear Mistakes” for reminding me that we all make them — continually.

But, I think I’m ready to move on to new topic.


P.S. Marianne, I will see you in March!

Day 19: i want to be perfect

19 Jan

I make mistakes, namely typos. It happens.
Yesterday, I made a major boo-boo, misspelling the name of Shoes of Prey (that is the correct spelling.) All apologies.

I cringe when I find improper use of nouns, verbs, adverbs, adjectives, pronouns or the conjugation-ness a mess.

I am not perfect. Even though I want to be.
The problem with making  a public promise to do something every day is having to do it.

My goal is to be as honest, real and as human as possible over the course of this year. I am opening myself up in order to open myself up.

Of course, I also want to be pithy and smart and funny and deep.
I want to be perfect.

But, I have a daily deadline to write something.
To the agony of my inner perfectionist, at some point I have to hit the “publish” button. I am both my own worst critic and editor.

The other side of my brain, the more enlightened side, reminds me of these three magic words:  Just. Do. It.

They are the same three words my father told me when I was agonizing about what major to declare in college. I loved art, history, psychology, sociology, sports studies… too many to declare even with minors involved.

The decision was larger than life and way too overwhelming.
In my brain, everything rested on me declaring the perfect major which would lead to the perfect internship, the most fantastic job, and the ultimate career.

I was stuck.
The deadline was looming.
How was I to choose?

I called my father for counsel on the verge of tears.
I was too young to mess up my life.
He just laughed, a very knowing and loving chuckle and said: “Jamie, just get the piece of paper. Just do it.”

So, I did.
I never landed or lost a job because I had a Women’s Studies degree or because I chose not to declare an Art Minor. It has not yet made me or broken me in any way.

When I am stuck I repeat those three magic words. When I make mistakes I take comfort that I am taking action and at least doing something.

I know I am going to make mistakes this year, but I am going to keep writing each and every day.

If you are on the verge of writing, dancing, painting, changing, speaking, seeing, loving, leaving, or some other form of personal commitment …
I have three words to say:

Just. Do. It.
And know, I will be here making mistakes with you.

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