I made a mistake at work the other day.
It’s not uncommon for me to do that at work or anywhere else. I am human.
Let me run you through the circumstances.
The situation: Inspiration provoking error
The error in question: a spelling error in an
internal
email to a coworker who was sitting right next to me.
My response: “Ignore my spelling mistake, I am a dumb bitch.”
My coworker's response: “It’s just a typo.”
My brain: Wow that was pretty mean and just *slightly* dramatic.
I stared at my coworker processing the situation and said "wow that was really aggressive wasn't it?" He just laughed, smiled, and told me things like that happen.
How is it that he was so kind to me and yet I was so mean to me?
I made
one
mistake and
I
labeled
MYSELF
dumb and a bitch.. Why?
I know I am not dumb, I am actually quite smart. I always did well in school, was in multiple honors societies, graduated with honors, received academic scholarships, and have passed classes like Organic Chemistry and Calculus Four.
Yet the wrong form of “your” is enough to
negate everything because
one mistake is life ending.
However, if this was
anyone
else, I would tell them not to sweat it. I probably wouldn’t even mention it as it isn't that big of a deal. But
nooooo
I am held to a different standard because
*insert intrusive thought here*
Can you tell she's still a
recovering
perfectionist or not?
This has inspired today’s topic:
Giving Yourself Grace.
Essentially: letting go of the things from your past you are still holding on to and treating yourself the way that you would treat others if they made the same mistakes.
I still can tell you
every
embarrassing thing I have probably ever done since elementary school.
When I was super young, I tried to convince everyone in my class that I had an indoor pool in my house. Even when people who had been to my house called me a liar, as they never saw the indoor pool in question, I doubled down.
I am 26 years old with a husband and a 401K and that
shit
still
embarrasses me.
The question is
why?
If someone else told me that story of them being a
literal
child pretending they had a pool inside their house and said how embarrassed they were, I would tell them that was almost 20 years ago and they were a kid. I would have reminded them it was not a big deal and that they can forget that because I am sure no one else remembers it. I would have laughed it off and forgot about it probably within 20 minutes.
Yet when it is me, I sit here embarrassed by that stuff, unable to let it go.
"But you don’t understand, I’m *SoOoOoO DiFfErEnT*" says my brain.
I need to get better at giving myself grace. Giving myself forgiveness and permission for the mistakes, hurtful things, and regrets that I have from the past and the ones that I will
inevitably
make in the future. I need to treat myself the way that I would treat others in the same situation.
If it is a mistake or hurtful thing that impacts others then you do owe them an apology as well.
Giving yourself grace is
not
an act like an ass hall pass.
However, odds are you have probably asked for forgiveness and said your apologies years ago. They have probably already moved on and forgotten the situation. You are probably the only one who remembers it and still thinks about it.
If that describes you, trust me I understand.
I hold myself to standards that
no one
should ever be held to or could ever meet. Most of the time, if not all the time, it is pretty exhausting.
What would life be like if I let go of the stuff that I can not change and understood that no one but me is expecting me to be flawless?
I am sure there is something that weighs on your mind, that you wish you could change, that you wish you did better or something that you could “improve” about yourself.
What would life be like if you let go of the stuff that you can not change and understood that no one but you is expecting you to be flawless?
Stop getting mad at yourself for not being able to do the impossible.
No one is asking you to walk on water and no one else is doing it either.
Love you more,
Morgan
Check this out Corner:
Absolute Fruit Sorbet. It doesn’t make being kinder to yourself any easier, but delicious tasting (semi healthy) sorbet
doesn’t necessarily make it harder either.
PS: You should totally check out the indoor pool at my parents house, it's right next to the mall and the space station after you take the candy elevator down.
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
For Morgan, words are more than just communication—they are her love language, her means of storytelling, and a source of inspiration for others. Her blog is a testament to her desire to merge her passions into a single creative outlet, aiming to bring joy and provoke thought through her words.
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