Happy New Year.

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Oh,yes. Mistakes will be made among all of us. I guarantee it. Mistakes are sometimes the worst thing ever when you’re poor because mistakes can be pretty damn expensive. (Don’t worry if you yelled at Neil while reading this. I did ,too. Goddess bless ya, Neil but you can afford to make mistakes)
Somehow, I still love all the mistakes for that teachable moment.
Well, eventually I learn to love the mistake. Sometimes.
I can think of a $3 miscalculated mistake that caused a $20 bank charge for overdraft fee and $30 bounced check fee from the company the check was made out to. Had to just close the account and use cash only for awhile because I couldn’t afford to get out of that “mistake” hole.

But anyway….

Here’s to 2015 and future mistakes. Let’s hope the mistakes made are the kind that lead to great things.

My biggest takeaway from this is ,”Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, do it.”

I currently have a couple of those big scary things. More than making the mistakes and getting something from them, it’s doing the scary things that will lead to better things.

2 thoughts on “Happy New Year.

  1. I saw this on Facebook. I find myself wondering if the people who can read that and be inspired instead of thinking of some boring, earthly mistakes like making a payment late and being assessed a late charge I can’t afford are somehow more enlightened than me. Maybe they’ve moved beyond worrying about petty, stupid money and are too busy focusing on big dreams. I don’t have big dreams. I have three little dreams that take a lot of work and consistency and need things I have to get for them and my petty mistakes can cost them boots or shoes or a coat or food. I also have one slightly bigger dream I have to feed every night and wake up with at five in the morning so he can get to work. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have a big dream like wanting to be a famous author or a rock star or an actress or … whatever big dreams actually are. Whatever. I’m petty. This pisses me off because it’s easy to be deep when you’re not worrying about the electric bill. (disclaimer: I dirty-love Neil Gaiman forever)

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