Over the past 34 years, I’ve made my fair share of bad choices. Wisdom would get clouded by emotions, and soon my life would be turned upside down. Many times I would walk away kicking myself and wondering why I let, or caused, certain things to happen.
Out of all the poor choices I made, which of those were mistakes? None of them. I don’t feel that anything we do is a mistake, as long as we learn from it. Our so-called mistakes are our greatest teachers. Without them, we would learn nothing. For that reason, I am thankful for each and every one of them.
My choices, both good and bad, have helped to make me into the person I am today. Some of my worst decisions at the time, ending up becoming some of my best.
At 16 years old, I left home for a short while and lived with a friend and his family. During that time, a lot of bad choices were made. However, through it all, I gained a household of people who I love dearly. People who I still call family today.
With little forethought I married too young, but out of that short-lived relationship, a lasting friendship was made. More importantly, my wonderful son was born. He was nothing like I expected a child to be. It was obvious by his behavior that he was different. He being autistic, made for a challenge and a half. However, he taught me patience (lots of it) and how to love unconditionally. He has taught me what life is truly all about.
In my 20s, I blindly walked into the hands of a controlling man, who terrified me. That relationship taught me which red flags to look for later, how to be stronger and how to understand others who have been in similar situations. It also taught me how to be forgiving. I could stand face to face with him today, without a trace of anger or bitterness.
Throughout my teens and 20s, I was a terrible friend to the majority of my peers. I lost them all, which still saddens me. As a result however, I learned what a true friend is, and how to be one.
All of these poor choices taught me something. How to be stronger, to appreciate others, to be understanding, and to love unconditionally. So how could they be called mistakes?
We all make bad choices, but it’s not the choice that we should focus on. It’s the lesson that was, or can be, learned from it.
Behind every poor decision, is a lesson. It is up to us to discover what it is.
This post is a response to Daily Post prompt: Favorite Mistake
Is there a mistake you’ve made that turned out to be a blessing — or otherwise changed your life for the better? Tell us all about it.