Maya Angelou said, “If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” I saw this quote tonight and I started thinking about all the negative things people have been saying lately. I decided I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what anyone thinks because my mistakes are mine and I fully own them. My mistakes granted me wisdom and knowledge and fun even. I’m not sure who said “A mistake is only a mistake if you fail to learn from it.” but I have lived and I have learned. I am satisfied with my mistakes because along with them I have gained so much more. If I hadn’t taken the risks, I wouldn’t have experienced.
I have done so much in the fist third of my life. I have met so many amazing people from all walks of life. I have been to every state (except Hawaii… sore subject Uggh). I have been to only eight nine countries but I have every intent on visiting more. I have backpacked in the Rocky Mountains, climbed a mountain, swam in the ocean, laid under a Palm Tree, danced until my body hurt, and flew a plane. I have laughed so hard that I cried. I’ve cried so hard until I laughed. I’ve loved. I’ve lost. I’ve experienced motherhood. I’ve felt true joy. And I found God.
So when I ponder my mistakes and I wonder if I’m about to make another one, I remember that they’re not really mistakes, they’re lessons. As long as I am doing what I know in my heart to be the best thing to be doing, then I trust God and accept the grace that Jesus made available. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and He will direct your path.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)
I’ve made mistakes. No, I’ve learned lessons. Lots and lots of lessons. I embrace these lessons, this life, these experiences because they make up what is my crazy, abnormal life. It is my life. I live a life to be grateful for.