I spent a lot of my life making myself wrong.
Do you know how much miserable work that is? And such a waste!
Now, I don’t mind admitting that I am wrong when I am. I think that’s a sign of emotional maturity. And it’s easier than the alternative. But making myself wrong, that’s a different thing.
Making yourself wrong means looking at everything that you do, or don’t do, and deciding that it was a mistake. And we almost always go the extra mile and decide that it wasn’t an innocent mistake. No way. We decide that we were incompetent, ignorant, selfish, or due to some other attribute we decide to bestow upon ourselves.
Making yourself wrong leads to living in regret, blame, shame and guilt.
Making yourself wrong is not rigorous self-honesty. It is also not in your best interest.
Making yourself wrong is just another version of continuing the beatings until morale improves. Um…
Guess what? There’s another option. Just stop it!
Seriously, just stop making yourself wrong.
What if you just thought something different? What if you think something like this:
That was the perfect lesson for me at that time in my life.
I learned so much from that experience.
I did the best I could with what I knew at the time.
I will try something different next time.
I don’t have to make myself wrong.
Maybe no one has to be wrong.
Or think whatever feels good to you. Because remember, you are good.
In the meantime, remember these things:
You are loved. Let’s all be kind. And in all things – progress, not perfection!
Love and light, Maggie0