Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder if it’s just me that 90% of the time is completely in control, and then the rest of the time act like I’m 8 years old and have no clue what I’m doing?
Like the time when I had to go to a meeting at Canary Wharf, I usually have an excellent sense of direction (even if I do say so myself!) and needed to alight at West India Quay and go Â to the Marriott. Simple enough. However for some reason my DLR train ended up sailing merrily (can one say that about a train?) through West India and stopped at Canary Wharf which totally threw me, I find Canary Wharf very confusing at the best of times, lost my bearings and used trusty Google maps to find my way. So I thought.
My map reading skills obviously needed improvement, and I ended up walking the scenic route (not that scenic if I’m honest, mostly high rises) and ended up about 100 yards from where I started – and yes, dear reader, that’s where the hotel was. Surprising Â I can find my way out of bed sometimes.
So, what’s my point, good question, what was my point? Ah yes, the title, is it just me? Stolen shamelessly from the Miranda book I am reading – which I have to say is hilarious, got the severe giggles on the train to Liverpool last week, getting funny looks from the VERY serious people in first class (why is First Class sometimes cheaper than Standard? Far be it from me to complain but it makes no sense!).
So, no, I don’t think it is just me – which is my point after all. We all make mistakes, which can, if we so choose, be a source of stress. However, I like to see them as opportunities. Even that time when I’d been out in London, caught in around 3 torrential downpours when I finally remembered I had an umbrella in my bag (I am NEVER allowed to forget that one!), not sure what the opportunity was there? Maybe to make my companion feel superior – whatever helps 🙂
Next time you make a mistake, think about Miranda, fabulously successful precisely for highlighting hers, and just pick yourself up (try not to trip), dust yourself off, own it and move on.
Anyone brave enough to share their stories? 🙂