Grateful for my fortunate mistakes

I have a tendency to make the occasional mistake.  Okay, it's out there; I'm not perfect. I hope I have not disillusioned anyone too much. Take a breath; this next one might come as a shock ... I'm human. Just writing that down feels freeing because I have had more than one person question my lineage.  No worries, I've had blood work done and, to my knowledge, nothing has been deemed unusual or extraterrestrial in any way.

Getting back to my over share ...

Sometimes I err on the side of caution, although that is rare and really shouldn't bare mentioning. Of course, I will mention it because you might need a frame of reference for later.  You're welcome.

For me to err on the side of caution would be something like not eating a chili dog at a gas station when the next bathroom is 75 km away, and always wearing make-up.  The latter is mostly so I don't scare small children and unsuspecting pets.  The former should be a rule of thumb for everyone because you never want to be the star of that cautionary tale.

There is also erring by omission.  It's pretty safe to say that I've done that on more than one occasion.  Who hasn't?  For example I have stared into the mouth of someone with spinach stuck in their teeth while they chit chat away, totally oblivious to the fact they resemble a pirate. That is a tough one, because it's quite distracting; I often find myself transfixed and losing track of what they are talking about.   I imagine them with an eye patch and a peg leg and/or a hook, sailing the seven seas searching for things to pillage.

Those mistakes or errors I consider misdemeanour offenses. Not earth shattering, or life altering, and certainly not cause to lose sleep over. Then there are the times that I have made slightly larger mistakes that require me to pause and contemplate the error of my ways.  These tend to primarily be behavioural and, for the most part, can be chalked up to lesson learned - don't repeat.

Sadly, if I were to be tested on some of these I would fail miserably and be forced to go to summer school on the special bus.  These are usually things that seem like a good idea at the time, but in the light of day not so much.  I would elaborate, but at the risk of incriminating myself will have to plead the fifth.  I'm not sure we have a fifth amendment in Canada because I made the mistake of not going to law school, but whatever, you get the point.

Then there are the big kahunas.  These ones are what I like to call the game changers. There I was, just skipping along, living la vida loco and for whatever reason I zigged instead of zagged. In an instant, everything changed.  I've had a few of these, and let me tell you, they can be earth shattering, gut wrenching, we have a flag on the play kind of moments.

They have been the ones that altered my path in life.  They have led me to where and who I am today.  I sometimes think back to these moments when my life changed because of something I did or didn't do, and thank God I screwed up.

These days, I live a life open to the possibility that, while I may not be perfect, I am the sum total of every missed call, missed bus, misstep, misfortune, misdemeanour mistake that I have made. I'm okay with that because every once in a while, through no fault of my own I get something right.

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About the Author

Janyce Resh is a working mother of eight children, four being of the furry variety. She and her family have called the Okanagan home for the past seven years. In her free time she writes a blog on janyceresh.wordpress.com. She firmly believes that if you haven't found the funny in life, you're probably not the one looking through her window.

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