I went to my parent’s house this past weekend. That’s two weekends in a row that I went home. I took my brother’s prom pictures, which was lots of fun.
But when I came home, I was glad. Because even though I don’t have a ton of family around here, and even though I am far away, somehow this small apartment with my husband has become home.
As I was falling asleep a few nights ago, I realized with a shock that I was a grown-up. Since when did that happen? Yet, I can accept the idea, even though it feels odd. I am still the same person I was when I was a kid. I’m just better at living now.
Going to work full time brought an unexpected result: confidence. No matter how many A’s I received during school, the confidence gained pales in comparison to what I’ve felt after eight hours worth of work.
At school, I was given the instructions of how to do something before I did it. Now, I’m constantly given something to do and I figure it out. I’m really good at figuring it out.
I’ve learned from work that mistakes are okay. I remember I made quite a large mistake, and felt the sheer horror that comes from ruining something. I wanted to wish it away. Then I realized that I could deal with it. I could make a mistake, own up to it, try to make it better, and everything is okay. I wouldn’t fall over dead.
If you don’t know how to make mistakes, you still make them, and then you can’t deal with it, so you ignore them. Not effective. Learning how to make mistakes is an important part of life.