My friend Tori and I had our October girls’ weekend circled on the calendar for months. A few weeks ago, I shot Tori a quick FB message to make sure we were still on track. She promptly confirmed we were on. Yahoo!
Then, last week, Tori told me she hadn’t realized she’d somehow triple-booked herself with work commitments that very weekend; she could no longer go. What!?! Huh? Bummer!
Two days later, via FB messenger, Tori declared that she’d managed to rearrange her schedule and that our girl’s weekend was back on! Hooray! However, later that evening, I couldn’t help but notice the message vanished before I could fully read it.
The next day, I messaged her: “Hi there! I glimpsed your ‘I can come’ message, but it mysteriously vanished. What’s the latest? Are you in or out?”
Tori’s response: “Oh no! I was praying you hadn’t seen that message. Turns out, I’m still a no-go. Got all tangled up with client names and dates, and my eagerness got the best of me. I was secretly hoping you hadn’t read it, sparing you from my cosmic disarray – this retrograde has been challenging for me.”
Of course, our canceled plans and the back-and-forth were hard on me. However, I was glad to have seen her latest “I can come” message as it got Tori to open up about the phase of disorganization and time mix-ups she’d been in. This revelation gave me some comfort because I had been in a similar funk too.
In the past month alone, I managed to buy my first cinnamon broom of the season, brimming with excitement, only to absentmindedly leave it behind at the checkout. And then, a doozy – I wrote a check to my home insurance company for $161, meanwhile, the amount due was $1,261. How I managed to conjure that number is a cosmic mystery in itself. I even confused a student in my business class for someone in my marketing class, a blunder that left us both puzzled. Oh, and while running an errand, I locked my car, placed my tea mug and keys on top of the car while I attended to something else, and then left to go into a store without my keys – but, of course, I remembered my tea. I’m sure more blips and bloopers have vanished from my memory, but you get the point; I’ve been scattered.
The takeaway here? Whether it’s a retrograde, an overload of stimuli, or the sheer weight of stress, remember, we’re all in this together, dropping balls left and right. Let’s show ourselves and others grace and speak about our blunders openly.
Sadly, we’ve been too conditioned to present only the polished side of our lives, fearing that anything less would burden others or make us look bad. But by sharing our missteps, we can weave a beautiful tapestry of connection and understanding among the sacred people in our lives while giving ourselves a much-needed release. In these shared imperfections, we find community and a reassuring sense that we’re not alone in our wonky journeys through life.
PS – Here’s an affirmation to use when you are feeling insecure about your quirks, ‘I understand mistakes and imperfections are only perceived. I consciously chose to give myself grace and love for fully embracing all aspects of the human experience.’
PPS – There’s immense strength in openly sharing your challenges, not just the significant life events like coping with grief or facing a job loss, but also the smaller struggles such as staying organized or making everyday mistakes (like leaving a store without the item you paid for).
Grab your pen and journal if you want to explore this concept more. Reflect on the potential healing that can come from acknowledging and releasing your personal struggles. Consider how sharing these struggles might create a sense of connection and healing for others who can relate. Imagine the supportive space that could be held for you and others in similar situations.
After some thoughtful brainstorming, as it calls to you, consider taking steps to share these challenges with others.