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Little Victories Big Mistakes

I have been thinking lately about how many good things have to happen before I say, "Life is good!" However, one little, tiny, itty bitty, bad thing happens and I am yelling, "Life Sucks!"

I was also thinking about how many victories I have to accomplish before I feel good about myself. However, one mistake and I am down in the mud thinking, "I suck, I suck, I suck."

It seems to me that the victories in my life have nothing over the mistakes.  The mistakes I make are the Heavy Weight Champ of my self esteem. Which is really stupid for a number of reasons.

Number one: I will always make mistakes! Even when trying not to make mistakes I'm going to make mistakes. Mistake making is one of natures laws.

Number two: If every mistake is equivalent to thirty or forty victories the scales will never be balanced. There is no way to stay that far ahead of my mistakes. Especially, given the fact that the balance is probably more like 100 victories to one mistake.

Number three: Victories are not always obvious. I got out of bed this morning and went to the gym! Total Victory, Go ME! But do I count it?

Number four: The world will always point out our failures. Someone is always willing to jump in and say, "Hey, guess what you screwed up!"

Kind of like when I took my kids to the dentist yesterday and the dentist told me my youngest munchkin has crooked teeth and needs braces. "Really, I didn't notice that his two front teeth totally overlap!" What he failed to notice, or at least point out to me, is the perfectly straight (and very expensive) teeth of the oldest. Excuse me, if you are going to state one obvious unhappy thought could you at least state one happy thought?

Number five: Mistakes are not always bad. Sometimes we start chasing after a beautiful blue butterfly and suddenly we trip and notice we are nowhere near the path anymore. Mistakes wake us up and give us an opportunity to find the path before it is to late.

I probably could list several more reasons why I shouldn't let my mistakes rule my self esteem. The problem always comes down to letting my mistakes go and celebrating my victories. As always it is way easier said than done. However, as I have taken my little optimism journey one lesson I have been learning is with practice I can overcome anything.

Happy Wednesday Everyone!

Krissi

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