“To err is human.” We all make mistakes. When we hear of a mistake someone else made we’re usually gracious to others, consoling even. But when we own the mistake? That’s another whole story.
“To err is human” becomes “How the bleep did I do that!” If erring is a part of human nature why then am I completely turned upside down today by a simple mistake? I clearly want to find a way to blame my husband or some innocent party but that isn’t working. I’d like to laugh at my mistake but I’ve yet to find the humor in this one, I’m actually pretty irritable right now.
As you know from my book Say It Out Loud I’m a great believer in strategies. Let’s see if the strategy of sharing my mistake gets me out of my funk.
The Err: Weeks ago I arranged to give a presentation to a group of therapists. The director and I went back and forth with dates and times. After a “final” email I wrote on my calender March 11, 8:30 AM.
I spent a few days preparing my talk, planned a zen kind of day yesterday to put me in the right frame of mind, picked out an outfit, got my nails done, and practiced the talk.
I was up at 5:30 to be wide awake, ready, and at the Center with time to spare. All went well, we didn’t even hit the usual morning traffic, until we walked in and told the receptionist I was there for a presentation. “Huh?”
No one in the office seemed to have any knowledge of it and initially couldn’t reach the director. As 8:30 approached I was getting quite anxious.
Finally someone handed me a phone, it was the director. “Roberta, you’re here? We changed the date to March 25. I sent you an email.” We politely exchanged a few words and I agreed to be back in two weeks.
I left disappointed and steaming mad, sure I never received that email. It takes a great deal of emotional energy to expose your story of abuse and healing and my energy was spent! Deep down I suspected this was my err but that didn’t make me feel very “human!”
Sure enough, when I got home, I found the “real final” email in my Trash mail. I do remember reading that email but somehow sent it to trash before getting it on the calender. MY ERR!
Well, I’m still not laughing and don’t feel a whole lot better but I hope this resonates with some of you:
We all make mistakes. To err is human and it’s really okay. I will be as prepared in two weeks, no on was hurt and it will give me an excuse to get another manicure!
My mantra for today: Be as kind to yourself as you are to others. Roberta