I love being 50.
One of the things I love most about being 50 is that I spend a lot less time trying to figure out who I am. That’s because I’ve had the opportunity to figure out a lot about who I am not. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I love mistakes.
Several years ago I decided to learn how to be a potter. My biggest lesson was I’m NOT a potter.
When I was an undergrad, I wanted to be the next Jane Pauley (some of ya’ll might need to Google her <grin>). So I studied broadcasting, and worked for a TV station. Actually I worked for two – I was fired from the first one. Anywhoooooooooooo… after three years on the air, I learned I’m not a broadcaster.
One time I was on retreat at a Cistercian monastery. After a VERY early morning chanting service ended, one of the monks let me know (in the nicest possible way) that silence was sometimes appropriate. I learned (again) I’m not a singer.
These and many more mistakes have taught me that paying attention to what I’m not is at least as important as paying attention to what I am.
So here’s what I know: I’m not a potter – I am a great paper maker; I’m not a broadcaster – I am good at one-on-one conversation; and I’m not a singer – I listen VERYwell!
Yep, I love mistakes. Each one teaches me. Each one guides me. I can’t wait to make more!
So what have your mistakes taught you?
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Wonderful post, Lisa. I have tried to list all the things I’m NOT, but I ran out of paper. Nice to see (even a short list) of who I AM. I’m fine with that. The older I get, the more comfortable I am with me. Warts ‘n all. Today’s blog entry was one of your best.
wOw, thanks Tom.