I hate making mistakes….there I said it. Some are small and leave no ripple. Oops and on life goes. Others cause pain in our hearts and hurt more deeply. Sometimes the memory of a mistake even lingers and holds on. It whispers and tugs and makes us think less of ourselves and lies to us.
When I sat down to draw this weekend I knew exactly what word I wanted to draw. As I began to draw I had no real plan. I began by drawing my word, then I began to move around the paper doodling in separate spaces. Finally, I added lines, shapes and more doodles to connect them all together. What I ended up with was a lot of different doodles….some good, some mistakes but all together it’s beautiful and not at all what I had expected.
Our mistakes remind us of our imperfections….we can listen to their whispers, give up or embrace them, learn from them and move forward and do better.
