I made a mistake yesterday.
It wasn’t huge. No one was physically hurt or injured. Nothing permanent.
But I was embarrassed. It was a silly mistake that looked to be so much worse than it actually was. It had the appearance of evil. Neigh, the potential of catastrophic evil.
As my roommate and I were talking about the issue, I found myself getting so angry. I felt like she was holding me to such a higher standard than anyone else. Like she expected too much out of me.
And it hit me: She didn’t expect too much out of me … I expect too much out of myself.
And maybe this isn’t a bad thing, if you’re striving to be the next greatest American citizen or planning to become an astronaut, but if in general, you just want to live a life of peace, it is a BAD THING.
When you expect too much of yourself, the ramifications can be incredibly negative. Pleasing oneself can be impossible. And while it’s good to strive and set goals, it’s also so important to be REALISTIC.
WE MAKE MISTAKES. BIG ONES.
AND LIFE STILL GOES ON. We get forgiven and God starts life all over again the next day.
So while today started for me with a bitter taste, it has far surpassed that feeling. I would almost go as far to say it was a bit of a born again experience. I felt (and feel) as if I had found the secret to life.
Maybe I have.