Welcome to the One Word At A Time Blog Carnival. This week’s word is: Mistakes.
Although this is a ‘One Word’ carnival, we have a theme for the next few weeks and the theme is “Let Go Of…” So every week, we will have a word for the week, but the theme will be letting go of that word.
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I Only Remember Mistakes
I have a terrible memory. Terrible.
My memory is like the memory of one of those things that doesn’t have a very long memory span….
An elephant? No… wait… no, I forget what it is, but anyway, my memory is like that.
It is on a fairly regular basis that someone will call on my phone and ask if they can come round to my house and I’ll tell them yes, but in the five minutes it takes them to get here, I completely forget they’re coming and get quite surprised when the doorbell rings.
It’s kind of fun, in a way!
One thing I do remember is that, after living in England with my wife for six or seven years, we were going to my parents’ house one Sunday afternoon for Sunday lunch and I started to explain to her what to expect like she’d never been there before.
She gently informed me that we had, in fact, gone there for lunch virtually every Sunday for the past six years and she knew full well what to expect.
Still to this day, I don’t remember her going to their house very much, but we only lived a couple of miles from them so I’m sure she did on a regular basis.
What’s odd though is that I can remember in graphic detail many of my mistakes. In fact, I’d say MOST of my mistakes. If it’s not most of them then I must make a LOT of mistakes to make all the ones I can remember plus extra.
- I remember the day I pretended to punch my sister in the face and missed…. missed the pretending part, that is.
- I remember the day dad had just installed a brand new stainless steel sink in the kitchen and I spilled some milk on it and cleaned it up….. only the only thing I could find to clean it with was a scouring pad which scratched up the nice shiny new surface, much to my mum’s distress.
- I remember playing field hockey and taking too many steps inside the scoring zone, which gave the defender just enough time to get his stick on the ball before I took my shot…… I think I scored that day at some point… but I really don’t remember if I did.
- I remember the time when I called my best friend’s new wife by his ex-girlfriends name….. and I still struggle to remember her real name
Dare I Forget?
People say we should let go of our mistakes, let go of the past that hurts us… but I don’t really remember anything else so to let go of my mistakes would be to let go of my entire history, almost.
That’s something I struggle with ALL the time.
Do I WANT to forget everything? If I let go of my mistakes, what will there be left of me?
I don’t know… and I think I’m afraid to find out!
How about you?