Confession time. I've been a naughty girl this year. And Santa knows it.
Yesterday was my third-ever Fit Fest event. An event that involves making our way from gym to gym (much like a pub crawl), discovering new and exciting ways to sweat it up.
The first bit? A rockin' good time.
The last bit? An all-out disaster.
Thanks to the annual Santa Claus parade that was making its way through downtown.
As we were all hopping in our cars to get to our final destination, Santa decided to make an appearance, waving at us all.....with a facetious grin......atop his high and mighty thrown.
With grinch-like loathing, we all gripped our steering wheels, inching our way through grid-lock traffic.
Some of us made it out alive, arriving the gym nearly an hour late. Only to realize that the bad-ass Krissy, who was supposed to kick our asses, was at a completely different location.
I swear to god, one of the iron pumping gym-goers was wearing bell-topped elf shoes, giggling away at our misfortune.
All this to say, mistakes happen.
And as much as we plan. We prepare. We over-think. Things don't always go as expected.
I see this with my son Liam, all the time. He has been gifted/cursed with the perfectionist gene. And in learning how to read, he struggles hard with his missteps and the muddled mistakes.
He cries and cries, trying to sound out the word "here."
And as much as I try to tell him, "it's ok if you make don't get it right, darling." He doesn't believe me.
It's a hard lesson to learn.
Because so often, we become paralyzed with fear over getting it wrong. And we let "I don't know how to do this" stop us in our tracks.
But guys, this is life.
Life doesn't ever go the way we plan.
Life itself is uncertain.
I mean, it's the very reason why blooper reels exist (and why they are so often the best part of any movie)! It is the very reason why America's Funniest Home Videos was such a huge success.
Shit happens. Unexpectedly. And we can sympathize with those who walk into a glass patio door. Because we all do that kind of thing, at one time or another.
And guys, I'm gonna be completely honest. After yesterday's failed event, I could feel the fear bubbling up under the surface. The temptation to walk in my front door, crawl into bed, and bawl my eyes out. I could feel the self-ridicule, and the thoughts of......everyone is going to think I'm such an imposter......a failure of a coach......a loser.
But if there's one thing I've learned, it is this: Mistakes are not a reflection of your worth.
Let me say that again.
Mistakes are not a reflection of your worth.
And so......what if we shifted our perspective on the whole "making mistakes" thing? After all.....our experience changes entirely, based on what we focus on.
What if instead of fearing uncertainty, we leaned into our mistakes, learned from them, and became stronger on the other side?
What if instead of letting "I don't know how do this" imprison us.....we let it free us?
What if we deliberately dove into experiences that we would likely fail at? What if we chose to embrace a flawed existence?
Something to work on, for sure.
Something to practice.
And something to bring awareness to.
In the meantime, I'm going to get my kids to write their letters to Santa this afternoon. I have a feeling they have a few things they'd like to say to the jolly old soul. As do I.